Friday, October 28, 2011

Consequences

When a dream has you tangled in its strands
While the sirens sing to you from yonder shore
And you stumble over sea and over land
Just to touch them as they sing you more and more
Then a foghorn goes off right beside your ear.
You can't unwake from that, my dear.

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Note: The effect of reading epic poetry on my constitution.

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