dream interrupted

gleaming technology on top of age-old pages
resting, waiting for numerous uses
but not today
a friend, maybe, but a selfish one ringing
caring less and less about you
more what you say
breathe on it hard enough to reveal salinas
and its rich lands of story
geese on a grave
traveling on mind's long, dusty highway
when eyelids' wills weaken
this world won't stay

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