Corey Hovanec
	While You Are Sleeping (with parts unfolding, for Megan)   "and I was walking in the park now, children singing songs that      will now make all our dreams come true        i'm in love with you" -rickie lee jones I. (april 13, 2004) now i'm seeing things for the waves that they are the vent in the bathroom faint or super bright light at the edges of things i think i'm looking at things no one else thinks to while you are sleeping i sense your doubt and turn my head knowing that illusion myself its false implicity under the cover of early morning a running joke hands over overwhelmed hearts fingers in the air like hindu deities here is our own frequency where we are holding our children until you, i've never cared for holding another during sleep II. (april 9, 2004) Guinvere, now that you've got me gone hyaline sketches of whats to be are drawn and like epitaxy we were grown though we've left that wing, now we are flown now that this new manna is lets remember aurea mediocritas now that we are apparently irradiating lets walk tall as this incorporeal branching spares no one a phase III. (april 12, 2004) so many things spoken in an unspoken way and what was heavenly came in whispers witnessing: the first season of our love a streak of white light over your bed (angelic) alone we are like that angel, glittering in the hess light night and how you held your hands on me (deepest purple then to violet geometric abstraction staticing bliss pixels buried in white linen and light blue air bursting into your gaze body haloing yellow and orange electric spirit real water au naturale) you fucking breathed me in and out every moment with you like a sweet fever pronounced nondual rythmn, sweeping spirit rivers once bent now straightened as we collapse head first in to each other out of body oblivion pranamaya fuck

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