Amber
At Odds in the Dreaming
Dish-washer disposition,
disperse my God’s hands
unto a mess and ends at a
kitchen sink but yearned to
be grounded, found it’s way
‘round a creaky floorboard
into the crevices of my soles
where I’ve keepsaked an
Earth that has vanished,
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dreams never end,
dreams never end,
dreams never end.
As for your talismans,
send your God my thanks,
my body rejects poisons,
make clay in shards dance
mending night with a hand
on a shoulder I don’t have.
I lay there in wet sneakers,
in pieces, quiet insect histories
of insomnia and inner mono-
logues of my inert slumber:
endless water for lilies.
“Dreams Never End,” original poetry collection, coming soon.
Poetry In My Own Time, Volume II (2024–2025) coming soon to Lulu.
Original poetry and artwork by Diego Zavala-Morineau (ZAVANEAU 2026)
