i bathe in the stream of dreams
where truths are hidden
under the flowing waters
of fiction and make-believe
rubbing my skin with the sands of time
under the clock’s shadow of the sun
in the moonlit night of being awake
waiting for the chance to dream again my fate
running around at the shallowest whirlpool
where silky suds burst into thin air
like unmanned giant balloons
among the omnipresence of lies
among the clouds of laws and  righteousness
among the ubiquity of truths
pressed among the pages
of secrecy forgotten by time
how much time do i take
to cleanse the body of dirt and grease
hurled against me by the enemies
i couldn’t see them but the balls
and bullets are numerous
i parried them with my head and hands
still, they got into me
into my heart and mind
and into my system
they drained me dry
but today, they must pay me back in their own coin
and rid of the grime and smudge
they’ve been firing on me
this is the moment
for them not to bathe  in a stream
but to swim in their own ocean
of uncertainties
where future bummers of their lives
will be  frequent and sharp as knives…

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