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Only a Dream I dreamed I was in a hole, black and silent, my deeds cast before me, answering now to past regrets. A speck of light enters, a hope, to grasp, gone in a fleeting moment. Despair. A voice, close, calls out in the darkness. I look down, a man, silent in the hole, fetal. Rocking. I am sad for him, I call out, “Who are you?” He replies, “Who are you?” “I am Jim”. He replies, “I am Jim”. As I rise above, higher, I realize it is I, in the grasp of eternity. Startled, I wake and promise homage, repentance, knowing, when slip comes to fall, again the hole, I visit. |
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