It’s Only A Nightmare

August 12, 2010
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In the middle of the night I find myself in darkness
trying to escape false friendships
and the fear of time passing.

A voice cuts through the black,
clear and resonant.
It could be
or anyone important.

Finally I’m shaken
out of the dream and into the air of the real world.
I am a dove, flying through the sky and a
kid, screaming at a carnival.
All, because of that voice.

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