Late for work, near the depth
Of slumber, on gas I stepped
In a hurry, but here it sweeps,
Just a moment of sleep:
I've dreamt the sound: men ride
And one of them was I:
I fell asleep for a moment or two,
Dazed in silence as if in glue
And I had this strange dream:
A crush and a thunder-peal,
My body flying thru steel
And I was flying awake
And for the moment I saw
The horsemen down below,
On the horizon they fade...
Remelted into shade.
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