Saturday, July 16, 2016


By day Ben runs the counter
at the local pharmacy.
By night he haunts as many dreams
as will admit his spectral gifts receptively.

The spiritual serum he administers,
undreamed-of pharmaceutically,
permits Ben then to infiltrate
receptive reverie

like hungry plankton
seed the sea.
And when the serum lets you wake,
you taste eternity.


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