Poem #225

my body is hot
yet it feels cold
I’m a stone
grounded in this bed
but I float in fantasy
see the three-eyed creatures
and the goat kids
that teacher from elementary
she is there
grayscale images
but vivid like rainbows
soft touches on my arms
grinning pirates
naive robots
I’m awake but close to dreams

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