I ran into my double
In last night's dream
We were descending
A set of narrow
Mental stairs together
Him close behind
A large man in black
Hat and voluminous cloak
I stopped to let him
Pass but smiling
Through his moustache
He insisted I go first
So I hurried on ahead
Veritably flying down
Those steps to where
Our train was waiting
To take us through
All night we sat
Trading secrets
And philosophies by morning
We had reached a compromise
He would leave me
His cloak and hat
And I would leave him my eyes
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