I dream, but do not imagine
sometimes being dragged
from beneath by the feet,
then legs, by inch, by foot and
yard to an early grave never
dug, never plotted, just made
in chance well-played. Well,
thing?
Whatever you are?
You can course underneath
me and plan and scheme,
but opportunities
seem
thin on the ground
so far. Will
you get me?
I guess you could dream.
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