(4th week Jan 2020)
A Dying Dream
Waves and daylight
broke on the same shore
that I did this morning
and what was dark
could no longer hide
The only place
I had found solace
was stolen
by the solar interruption
of an inner star
Eyes piercing
this cloud of comfort
disrupting my illusion
of a complacent pattern
and apathy
I saw some mirror
and my condition
became apparent
to my sleeping soul
in the universal dream
Standing to my feet
I realized the truth
We have not progressed
but an inch
We have been held back
The climb is great
The destination hidden
Yet I know there is
a place beyond
which waits
If I am free now
Then the time has come
to walk ahead
to leave behind
a dying dream
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