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landscapes escapes to dreamscapes

landscapes, escapes to dreamscapes
you've got a taxi cab mind

you're the driver and away
you'll fly fly fly
a multi-color carpet carousel
a tornadic highway up to

its a freedom train
to flee the brain
up into the stratosphere
high into the blue
where every cloud's a
different hue
and varying shape

landscapes, escapes to dreamscapes
you've got a taxi cab mind
so drive

woke up with this mostly fully formed in my head
this happens sometimes. its fun.
there was a joyful cadence which seemed to
be demanding to be remembered, so I wrote down
what I could recall as best as I could.
this happened sometime before Labor Day, though
my recollection of which day, is not so good.
so, we'll say it was written the 29th or there abouts.

Copyright August 29, 2014, All Rights Reserved By This Author
All Poetry/Rants/Prose/Idea are the Legal Property of this Writer
Meloo/Melissa A Howells/ Straight from her Tilt-a-World

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