Theater Dreams

Cut until you hit bone
Shout until you shatter crystal
Crawl your way to that destination
Shoot until the sky is starless

Change until you feel familiar
Dig until you choke the seed
Cry your way across that desert
Breathe until you are smothered

Coast until you find a crossroads
Wait until you burn within
Claw your way out of that castle
Speak until you hear an answer

And, when you finally fail
to fit with father time,
cease being his progeny

Poetry from A Bar in Brooklyn by Shane Windham
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