treading on dreams
this invader of rem
that scurries through
the night air unseen
heat waves that licked
the day clean now
raise a torrent off
in the western distance
those waves keep
eyelids that wish to
shut from doing so
those gateways left
ajar in the sky glide
across the tasseled fields
in thrashing fashion
restless, both eyes
and storms in the dark
sky veined and marbled
in electric blue and light
in wet and heat and cold
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