To have dreams

Potential slumbers 

within you – a tiger

In hibernation it will rip you 

apart if you don’t 

wait, it will surely kill you 


My tiger rides the ocean 

like it flows and ebbs, waves 

shattered on the land

the sand – crystals of believing

in my eye, heavy once again 


the periphery – the whole world 

at the horizon a deep dark place 

that still brings life and a sky 

that erupts in lighting

they battle for the tiger 


each day – impossible to touch

Should i rise 

                or fall 

        or is sleeping fine?


ELINA RINDLE

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