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Four o’clock golds:
when your mind lights up
and your eyes stay closed
and sleep just drizzles

And you have choices
like chasing that notion -
that rabbit zig-zagging
over paddocks of gold -

Or recalling a dream
without verbs or nouns
just muscle and shapes
that grab you, told you

And the moon is a medal
beyond your room
so new, so known
and it’s all pure gold.