THESE ARE DREAMS
These are dreams we are living and the
potion hasn't yet been found. Escape?
I get away as often as I can. The miller
man with his hand upon the ladle, he
tries and tries to keep things straight.
Yesterday in the daylight of a bright
afternoon, a half moon sat begging
in the sky. It was weird for me, and
I had to think why...such things still
baffle me. It wasn't a half-moon left
or right. It was a top half! Is that a
thing that's supposed to be? Are we
now displaced, or will we be?
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