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May 2014
In a night I had this slumber
And in the slumber had I a dream
Not any dream though
Not a fowl days dream gone by
A true escape from reality was passed along by I

It started with a burst of darkness
Then a pause and bitter light
Steam began to rise around me
And thus I did take flight

Away aloft about my bed and then it all was gone
I stood along a Hallway
Held up with walls and floor
In front of me is a shimmer
And behind me stands a door

And such which door that did appear
Painted brown along the curve
But the shimmer was so beautiful
I did nothing but to turn
There stood what I longed to see
It made my stomach churn.

A single glittering mirror
Around about my view
Not upon the wall but slanted on the ground
As though someone had placed it there before turning to resound.

I stepped forward and looked into
And swear I could have seen.
The one thing I longed to Face
But yet the fact that it did disgrace

A single face
A singe face
Upon the dust and rust
Not mine though
For I am still asleep in bed
So who's
The answer does fall on me
But the reason I know not
A C Leuavacant
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A C Leuavacant  Paris, France
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