28. Dreaming

And so, as it were,

All of this was a dream,

A dream within a dream,

I dreamt


And the ticking is silent,

The clocks have died,

I listen within myself;

All is quiet inside


But now I feel empty and broken,

And I know I’m not whole,

But all I wanted was peace, freedom,

From time’s burden on my soul


But now, God, oh, now I’m sick

But what makes me sick?

What makes me…


The End

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