To sleep the sleep of
an artist is
the best sleep ever.
All the foes lie vanquished,
and I paint words with
their blood.
All the letters spent on
the paper in
ejaculatory fashion,
like sperm to the egg.
There is no fodder from
dreams to be marshaled,
just the birth of my
creation,
when I
awake.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Passionate creations indeed. A powerful statement forcefully said.
Thank you.
Indeed an Artist's dreams their next morning's creations.. very nice T.
Thank you so much.
I can see where you are coming from but dislocated both my wrist and my neck getting there .. Neville
Lol. Cheers, My Friend.
I see by your pics that you get your beauty sleep! lol.
Lol. Thank you.
A precious birth dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you so much.
Fascinating theme, Thomas. I often get the best/craziest ideas while I'm asleep.
I agree, me too. Thanks, Tom
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