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Death By Dreaming

"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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