Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

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Dream

what do you dream of, 
the wandering sorcerer asked, 
and I told him.
he shook his head. 
this is not good, he said. 
it would be better to dream of 
gazing into the soul of an animal, 
staring everything that's alive 
in its fierce, wild eye and 
being devoured by 
quiet.

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