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In my dreams I cannot grasp the sunflower

By 11 September 2022July 29th, 2026No Comments1 min read
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In My Dreams

A reflective poem about books, knowledge, the mind and finding strength while navigating an uncertain inner landscape.

My head beds down
on a pile of books.
I’ve devoured
West African Religions.
Others scanned as
Why Do Things Always Go Wrong –
now, scaffolding,
vertically challenged –
words prop up my soul
as it navigates
the latest landscape.


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