It is that time when I shall not write.
A distant morning I dreamt–past…future…
I cannot determine, but, I felt light–
Strangely as if soul is free while body–
Waiting to get free any how…any way…
It is that time when I shall not write,
But, I need to write before thoughts
Wheel me up into a maze of doors…
Each door a thought hidden behind…
–xx–
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