Slowly clouds move white across the sky.
I am neither sleeping nor awake.
The world sways. It is balanced on my eye.
Suddenly, light as light, a butterfly.
I dream it neither sleeping nor awake.
Its wings swing. They balance on my eye.
Then, liquid as light, a dragonfly.
I never dreamed it sleeping or awake,
balanced on the world balanced on my eye.
Finally, lithe as light, you, lovely wi
fe, life’s life while life is sleeping and awake,
come to balance on the balance of my.
HAMMOCK by J.R. Solonche

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