ode to birthday flowers

Can I be a different person? If not, can I enter a different person's dream like I could, a country? Could I ask questions to prepare my travel? Where do you belong, and where do you want to run off to?

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four stargazers perched

on my bed

on my pillow

on my head

a keen observance:

one by one

wild wings wilted

into the blooming

of aching scents

i am asleep, awash in

pink perfume, dreaming

all perpetual firmaments.

– j. p. berame // no. 010216

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