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Sleeps RenewalAfter a day of heat, and coldness of heart, Laying restless in bed, The moon glowing ominously orange, Into death I deeply drift, dreaming I walk a worn path, A cool breeze combs the ankle high grass, The sun inherent On my shoulders, my meandering Leads to my old school, I notice natives on a nearby knoll, But the building binds my mind, The lonely lobby, The chalk dust, And floor Wax, Forgotten doorway beyond doorway, I totter, Reaching the end, A staircase, I clamber the steps to the third floor, To only one door, I open it slowly, A man with white hair, he stares, I shrug, He sends me away, Again, I walk the meandering path, The ground suddenly moves, beneath my feet, Faster and faster, Too fast to fall, but Strive to soar, Fearing my failure, I triumphantly reach Out to a tree with twisted branches, I bow against the tree, To rest my weary mind and body, And consciousness returns. By David Semans |
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