Untitled 10-18-93 Somewhere West of Cleveland, Oh.
(Tentatively, The Dreamer)
The voice of the dreamer
set up a perimeter around
the town
and created a soothing
lull to the hurried passerby
only to be lost in the distance
Onward, facing the night on
his own terms
He dreamt as he drove on
thru the night
His arrival at hand and
rest close, he realized
the rest of the night would
be dark and dreamless
Awaken, eyes burning
like swimming
with eyes open in a pool
Pull yourself up and out of the sleep
The days are getting shorter
but the morning sun still
warms you
The sound of people's dreams
overlapped in the daylight
It came through the air, which
was slightly damp and the
Trees of Fire (which are everywhere now)
Passing by and through Walls
and Halls of fire, the sound
becomes familiar, is
similar
to the sound you make
Everyday common
ordinary things and tasks
fill up your time - but once
in a dream...
... and now, the
clock is almost rung,
...I await a dream
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