from the Writers' Workshop, Feb 2014

Right as my hope comes crashing down,
I pray I might be hopeful still from every angle.
I pray hope overcomes dreams with better things,
And the sight and the shiver, the taste and the sound

Go out from me, and come back new.
Clean my memories, build them with better wings,
Root my feet to the earth and wake me up well,
For I have dreamed many dreams, and not one of them true.
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