Dream


My journey into night
A legend into wistful, watchful sullenness.
Afraid
To be seen
To be heard
To be touched.
A wanderer to be questioned
Still afraid...
Churning, lurching, my crazy machine.
Another dimension, a slow, steady rhythm
A dream, a caravan, my dream.

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