One day, whilst I was dreaming,
About to wake, or so ‘twas seeming,
I read a poem in my mind,
Which once awake, I could not find
In textbook or collected anthology.
So without adieu or an apology,
I took up pen and began to write,
The paltry verse within your sight…
Do not pity me when I am gone,
For I know what is to come.
I have seen the door and through
Into the place beyond.
It is a place in the twilight,
A dreamscape, remembered only in glimpses.
So do not fear, my friend,
but come to accept, like I have,
that this thing must be done.
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