Read Poem: Hourglass Sextant, by M.H. Lopez

I bent down to pick them up
as reached into the opaque fog
I disappeared in the opalescence
and my footsteps faded into memory
when I reached into the opaque fog
I told myself that some dreams are more real than others
and my footsteps faded into memory
only fleeting vapors remained
I told myself, some dreams are more real than others
when the light particles disintegrated
only fleeting vapors remained
with the bones of a whale on the beach
the light disintegrated
and I disappeared in the opalescence
with the bones of the whale on the beach
I bent down to pick them up

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