the next life will be the true one
the next life will be as full color
and as rich in detail and plot
as my dreams are now
the next life will be built of the good dreams
the bad dreams that weight the heart
and stall the breath
will be left behind in the satin and dust
or the ash
my good dream self flies a flag of sunlit auburn curls
as I try every brave thing
uncaring whether I succeed
and my voice will sing true and clear
and I'll live by the sea
riding my dappled horse into the avid licks of wave
salty and eternal
as the tears of this life
where I am not brave
and I do care
and I dream
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