Adam Mish

a bipedal dreamscape

it races towards the front
   of the mind

“how was your day?”

then it moves
into the
   heat of your core
a bipedal dreamscape
past aching legs

“good, how was yours?”

the entire force of
   being
   itself

tapping your foot
and rubbing your eyes

all poems

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