by Daniel Liberatore
Dream this dream
Too weary or dreary
A faint sliver of zipping through existence
On a wire connected to the world.
No reality goes untreated too far
To reach moonbeams from satellite towers
And shivers from lightning bolts.
To see a pyramid in a cave
Is to die a thousand deaths,
To breathe to shelve to find.
To live again once more
Is to walk down a footpath with friends.
Be sure to kiss all the butterflies
And dream this little dream once more.