boomerang dreams

  that what didn't exist

  came back mature

  spiderweb like dreams

  and boomerang like

  a birdling looking for its nest

  a swallow vanishing in the far sky thru a black crack

  a crow clacking non-stop



  my head was beating against them

  like a metallic fly

  then they were like a hammock

  swinging near a lake



  someone else have dreamed them

  in my head

  but called me in vain

  i woke up

  shutting off

  my adolescent past













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