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The dream was of me
I dreamt off me in my dream
It was fearfully dreadful a dream
Long ago was the day of my last dream
Before the dream that came knocking on me
Startled still, as I opened up myself  for it
Then comes the dream in a dreamy toga.

They were many of them gathered
Gathered only in one accord accordingly
Like the disciples of Jesus Christ of the then  
In front of a room just like the upper room
Some in their usual ape-like suite with a tie
Others  in Babariga ;Ankara ; Damask ;Lab coat 
Pretending to be engrossed with something
Giggling with a mischievous stern look.

In one accord they all nodded cynically
Mimicking no one but the Agama lizard
It was of me they discussed endlessly
Still refusing to leave the only path 
That leads to the other world of light
From the darkness we were plunged into
They scornfully displayed the key before me 
It was the key to the other world of light.

Tiredness suddenly zoom off me 
As I regain my strength to continue to
Force my way out, off the men who held sway
For several moons only in darkness in a garden
Meant to be of light en-route knowledge.
Alas! My freedom came like a proverbial thief
The king of the jungle only in the dark.

For the misfit mistaken as men in our garden of light
They were swept off the ground, nurtured, captured 
And ruptured  into the dustbin of history,
As I regain freedom from the shackles of their fiefdom,
I shared the dream of me with other dreamers
That was me in my dream.   

Alayande Stephen.T
13th,July,2006 ,  9.49pm

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