Dream From Delayed Check
I dream another
dark towered city
that masks the sky, glistens
like diamonds in moisture
and loves the rain at night.
With my muddy eyes,
I grope, chilled,
wish for familiar warm
small spaces alone.
I dream the pension-granter
decides it's time for me to die.
My muddy mind races through that
looking for ways to combat the terror.
Bound to happen sometime I dream,
considering painful options.
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