I had a dream the other night
where I was grappled by the dark and light wisps of death
Smokey Quartz aka Topaz and Dry Ice
entangled within the walls of a clear quartz window
Topaz was warm and gentle had a flowing scarf
Ice's skirt was pillowing in oxygen depleting coolness
Each took a turn partaking of my breath
lifting my prone bodies essences
cradling them before return
restoring my lungs capacity
to inhale and exhale fully
I was kissed and renewed
and grateful my request was granted
allowing me to have a BLT
I wonder now if they knew
I was asking for time to eat a Bacon Lettuce and Tomato
sandwich before they took me away
So now I ponder what is their definition of a BLT
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