Monday, August 10, 2020

13,049. STRANGE?

STRANGE?
At the general palace of Ruby Red,
the soldiers are lined, in this dream,
by height.Such an array, a gradual
rise in stature, with the tallest men
having great lances, the smallest
men with their guns. An odd sort
of procedure, and I wondered if'
they ever fought. Myself in this?
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I was holding a skull; some hollowed
out scheme of an 'alas poor Yorick.'
All that 'I knew him well,' stuff,
I didn't bother with. My key was
held at my buckle, a short-link
bracelet chain doing the job. No
wonder to remember, for I knew
not what to open with it. Strange?

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