Read to me, mother, so that the demons in my dreams are
swooped up in angel's wings,
Read to me so I can remember Grandfather riding white stallions
that climb through the sky,
Read to me about rivers that run backwards on full moons back
to hidden sources bedecked in gold,
Read to me, daughter, about glaciers that crawl along canyons
carved out a millenia ago,
Read to me, grandson, about dump trucks and earthmovers, firemen
and ambulance drivers,
Read to me, save my life.
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