I dreamed of filling notebooks,
the same old tear-stained lines,
spiral bound and self-evident,
are these memories, unkind;
I dreamed of emptied oceans,
stripped to sand by Father Time,
doomed and underestimated,
are the pages left, unsigned;
I dreamed of darkened places,
with my fate not far behind,
the rotten, hollow carcass,
with a face the same as mine;
I dreamed of scrapping metal,
from machinery left behind,
and bleeding as I cut away,
each bolt to my bloodline;
I dreamed I found a serpent,
with spiders for its eyes,
and a carapace of razors,
closing in from every side;
I dreamed of Live Oak forests,
throttled by smoke and brine,
I opened my eyes this morning,
to the same old tear-stained lines.
I dream of live oak forest. Wow
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I wonder what Live Oak forests mean in dreamscape….hmmmmm.
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It could mean wherever you want it to mean. Words can be mold so easy
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