take me no more to the dead places
where fools are doomed to dwell
in fearful dreams we vaguely recollect
ghosts in less than fertile imaginings
who, like all figments, hover and lurk
in the crowded corridors of tired lives
possessed of little meaning, even less
of purpose, except our daily grind
of coffee beans and ancient axes both
once sharp enough, we used to think,
to wake us from this heavy slumber;
men too terrified of dreams and doubts.
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