In dreams we go
To places of the mind
Where we have never been
What do we hope to find?
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Could you have lived?
No, doubtless you could not
Why then must you go on dying complacently
Resurrected each day but hardly alive
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Dollie was one of eight children
Born in the early part of the twentieth century
I met Dollie only through stories
Dollie as a child had taken sick
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Ghostly dreams, our portal to the other land:
Over the lowlands, our eyes follow the monstrous creature,
Knowing not the laws holding the measure of his being.
Built from remnants of earth, does he appear;
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In holy awe, victorious ever,
Killing demons no man can comprehend;
Precious dear vision, alone truth atones.
Holy the relic, such divine homily
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Dancers dance on unvarnished floor
Teardrops cluster on unfinished ledge
All the lacquer in the world can't conceal
Black mold clinging at the edges of silence
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Where do you go, so far away?
Rocket ships can't get there from here
No winged creature could follow that track
There's something in the eyes that chills
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If you look closely enough
You can see the white bones of the magnetic poetry
Sticking out beneath my trousers; I wanted to write poetry
But I followed too many rules, and I rhymed
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During bright hours of the day's perfect reason
We pay our dues, with studied politeness
To debts of logic: But after dark things are different
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