during my sleep talking at night
I had dreamed of a trip to a world evolving
like a plume of smoke that arises
after things burned down
it was a world so fast and mystical
I stood still and stared at it wondering
how I can ever get on with my trip
but I realized this was all but a dream
the journey continues
even as the world falls.
12.22.2020
Great poem Ralph
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