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I dreamt I was awake

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Sleeping while awake, The sky before me split, Broken by a wisp of smoke Rising snake-like slow. A black-stained tombstone Footprint, left upon An amber ashtray From a martyred cigarette. A testament to children, Born as smoke, Slender ash-white Silken strands Allowed to wander. They step so lightly Into depths of air To slowly drown. My pausing eyes Shift chameleon-like To ears To hear a shifting feint Of chanting Seeping from A cracked church door As ushers rush To break With only the cheapest Of distractions: A breath of fresh air, Followed by a cigarette. Ahhh! Dreams. What they are, You are; What they are not, Cannot be.

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