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Belligerent Poetry
momentary poetry
i'd tell you where i'm thinking,
when i've been,
and why i might be tomorrow,
or why i might just be a dream,
something remembered rather
than seen,
someone lost on the edge of
awake,
sweating and hoping,
furtively,
that hope and sweat just might,
for a little while longer,
be enough.

because sometimes the sweat of our
dreams
is all that keeps us alive,
all that reminds us who we were
meant to be.

wil.