another dream last night
about leaving where I am
to go back to where I came from...
home never specified
not even envisioned...
just the leaving
just the rushing around
making sure I have all my goods...
I've had dreams like this my entire life
and was never sure whether they were
omens of death or promises of redemption
now that I'm old it hardly matters
I still have those dreams
knowing God speaks to us in dreams
but in a language we can never understand
so I sleep and I wake
and I scratch my head
befuddled in another morning
dark as any night...
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