Saturday, 2. December 2006
A Remembrance of Dreams Past
I dreamt a dream
Of a life running parallel
To this imagined one,
Of being a guest at a party Given by a love whose love I didn’t claim in time.
I didn’t talk as I perambulated, A knife in hand, through a web Of whispered wrangling.
When I came to In the late morning amber Spangling my room
I realized this may have been Death I dream about: Death, and the irredeemable Loneliness of death.
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