when i’m alone
optical nerve transmissions draw fire-breathing dragon designs in dim-lit skies during spaced-out imaginary line tracing moments when looking around makes me nervous
acknowledging points
unseen by busy minds
awareness
when we choose to go blind
to control-crafted scenes, dismantling the fiends-for-truth imagery
remembering that fantastical creatures do exist
if i let them
dragons of peace
wrestling away manic moments
dragons of laughter
teasing human-assembled components
dragons of forgotten stories
burning images, recalling connections
dragons of passion
witnessing resurrection
a collection
of misfit truth warriors clad in scales, balancing the weight of midnight tales, leaving us breathless and passing through daytime constraints to find salvation
i blink
it’s over
clouds carried hope away
my morning stream 
Wow, excellent piece. I loved how sound-driven this was, I bet it sounds really good read aloud!
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thank you, and thanks for taking the time to read and comment. i’m playing with getting together some poems for an open mic – i’ve never done it, yet your comment inspires my desire. now, to break through the insecurity piece. ha.
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I’ve done one or two of those before! I was super intimidated at first, but the community around those events is so supportive that there’s nothing to be afraid of! You should go to a few just as a spectator to see what they’re all about, and that might give you the confidence to go for it! Your poetry is certainly good enough. Good luck!
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