Climbing Up To A Snore Comments

Images of a day, known by the liver...the visceral knower... told in words only one person could say... as fellow-travelers gesture from banks of aloneness... and passing hours traverse the spine of landforms... then easing Lethe-ward, a spell that propels through velvet hours... until the breath cycle wobbles out of synch... blessedly in moonlight a blank sheet awaits... the riverbed extends into a new day.

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