I had a dream
last night
of a parallel world
Wrong brothers Wright,
we dropped explosive
ordinances of peace --
such blinding light.
Carpetbombed compassion and love
on all quarrels below.
Whole batallions
off flat iron ship runways
cocaine lines of angels
true Blue.
Atomic split spirit love
so bright it cast shadowed embrace
on a Hiroshima brick wall.
The rich made billions
AND
no war was paid well.
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