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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