Dream Time
the man wept openly
all over his shirt
he could feel the tension
built up in his nerves
at any moment
the hangman would politely
ask him to wear a noose
and slip off his soul
by the wayside
how did things get so complicated
his fate belonging to the crowds
of jeering onlookers
he realized that if he
prayed hard enough
he could make himself faint
and all his feelings would be submerged
somehow he literally disappeared
and found himself a room of lit candles
in an empty space of his mind.
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