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  I dream and the world wakes

  but who will dream me?

  for rubics, menes, unattainable ideals

  Sometimes in a crowded room

  there is a murmur

  that  s  u  s  t  a  i  n  s

  but will not abide a sharp glance or word

  logic carried on too small shoulders

  too wide a stage

  too brief a breath

  bludgeoned Gods and Goddesses

  into silence

  irreparable and irremediable

  I walk home

  hopeful yet of danger unimagined

  goals undreamed

  wine unspilled

  but arrive safely anyway
 

- Ken Peters
 

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