for a dream no longer preventable
which is true of all dreaming
whose task is to reach past the possible
morning into the improbable afternoon
and the inconclusive evening breezes
because we are hostages of time
as certainly as trees creeks stones
with as short and tight a leash
as our own taste for freedom
will allow us to roam after all
the pastures of the past
hungry intellectual animals
who will barely leave a trace
in any future fossil record
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