A dream to my late uncle
It was long quested,
This town of sandstones.
A quiet lazy place.
Old and latent
and I am dreaming.
I dreamt of you once.
An intense dark dream,
Dear uncle.
My legs crashed
them parched corpses.
I escaped
in dire haste.
My soul
approaching a final exit.
I was timorous,
Fleeing the dreadful scene.
Eager to abandon,
A spurious land
in a nasty dream.
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