April 15, 2018


I dreamt
a tunnel, blurred of grey
a gliding through
outdistanced... by the whistle of a train.

A howl of wind
wound round my throat,
    an urgency
a bounding... frayed.

The theorist in me, wakens
to clarity of motive
                              I can't name 

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