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"death by dreaming"


it seems it
was "I'm Only
Sleeping" was
playing from
a neighbor's
window

when

though he wasn't
a salesman Death
came knocking
at his door
seems

He didn't come
to see about the
shrubs yet it was
growing closer
to the closing
of October

when

the no he wasn't
Willie Loman was
caught coughing
while deep in
slumber 

His sale's pitch was
this and quite simply
this nothing no nothing
more nor was it ever
having always been
this forever before

when

from out of a scene 
from many a movie
the two the he and
He did meet in a
game of chess

for it surely wasn't
chance that He had
the upper hand in this
matter of what was
not fate nor would
faith have had it

when

that that was was
already decided
as has always
been in these
matters of

life and death and love
of life and death forever
more not to quote the Poe
bird from old and ancient
forgotten lore for that
would be plagerism

when

suddenly He became a
bit distracted but a bit was
all that was needed for to him
to rearrange the monotony
of the outcome of the
boredom of that

board that was supposedly
to be a game well played but
when the stakes where no mis
takes or double takes can take
place he placed his hand then

when

what was a pawn that would
be a queen if turns had taken
their proper turn but now having
no chance to seal but save
and close fate's closing
door he used his

cheating form from a lost
gambit of days gone yore
reaching over to change
the radio station across
yes the neighbor's floor

when

He turned back in his lackness not
noticing the peace of the piece's place
that was placed on the board on the
table before them as they played
and so continued to do so
so self-assured as He

was as was before
knowing that what
was what was
known as is
as was

when

a blast of sound as was a wave
came dancing and drowning the
two as they played playing what now
in that game that had changed
from a song of snoring to a
choir's chorus along with

a rooster's crow and shrill
electric guitar saxophone
and horns playing
triumphant
trumpet

as

the airwaves were washed thus
cleansing this scene to become
a presedense for life's history for
ever and forevermore as were
repeated the repeating
wonderful words

Good morning
Good morning
Good
Good morning
Good morning

Good
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