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Dreams of war (and the colour blue)

I am standing in the shadow of god machines In the valley of death wrapped in the bones of a dying sun The city is incandescent with the furnace flames Of the great engine of war, and I am floundering in the ashes It is deafeningly silent, and in the distance I can see her, in robes as bright a blue As mine are dirty grey, draped over my tired frame We hold each other tight, huddled close in a shallow crater Finding sanctuary in turmoil and in war                       peace
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Written by
jesse-bourque
Canadian
Published
Sep 16, 2010
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Recollections of a dream I once had, in its original dream logic.

(no title at this time, if anyone has any ideas...)

(c) Jesse Bourque

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