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Poem: Undreamt


I had that dream again
the one where it all ends.
Grey dust;
grey clouds;
grey wind.

Metal taste on my tongue
of frozen iron pipes.
No time
no hope
no prayer.

Do you believe in love?
Fresh spring blossoms and leaves
swirl down;
swirl round;
blown away.

I would eat lemon cake;
happiness is just a slice.
Sharp knife –
cold blade
on skin.

It is clear to me now
for me there will be none.
Dripping
splatter
of truth.

I woke to pouring rain.
Song playing in my brain
echoing –
static
white noise.

Omens on the ceiling;
this bed will be my grave.
Empty
goose down
coldness.

Prickling on naked skin
eroded down to bone’s
broken
fractal
surface.

Time is the game we play
knowing we’ll never win.
Hour glass
slipping
away.

Will you remember these words?
They fester inside me;
feasting
writhing
maggots.

I hear it is best to
sing loud after midnight;
Marking
darkness
passing.

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