a blessing from dream givers
something to soothe his soul
from his oceanic travelling
the ocean he sailed was forever
even when he fell overboard
and drifted towards the bottom
there was always another drop
not stirred in his realm
he would drown by night
and wash up on some stranger's shore
he needn't some star above his seas
to guide him to the strangers' shores
he was skilled and very well versed
to give into the draw to knock at those doors
it was in those blurry waters
that he never heard a no
it was only in the damn desert
that he learnt of limits
to find the desert behind his eyelids
that out of all he found to rely on
the leftovers of the dream givers
who apparently had holes in their sacks
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