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the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces
A transition so swift that
lifts me from one dream and
drops me
dopily
into wakefulness
which is another dream
unless
I'm mistaken.

If I'm taken alive
it'll be
name
rank and
serial number
until they torture me.

and then
I'll sing like a canary.
we shall not be
afraid to walk
among the
battle cry of
the stars
to end this purgatory
but
to walk
towards the edge of glory
and
where
it is the path
that
we choose

— The End —