Last night I watched two wild boars
Leap in unison from a high dive board
When I closed my eyes.
I questioned how they could be
So aerodynamic covered in tufts of hair.
The tranquil dream repeated,
Great sounds of splashes ringing
In my unconscious ears.
Their bodies twisted and turned,
Contorting into marvelous shapes,
Like Olympians desperate for gold.
These were not the brutish demons
Lurking in island jungles
With glowing eyes.
These were not blood thirsty
Carniverous beasts.
These were rather elegant,
skillful, hairy angels,
Soaring from the platforms of my mind,
Exploding into lakes of placid sleep
Enlightening me,
That boars can high dive too.
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