I have a smoking lamp
filling the catacomb
with acrid awareness
disheveled tombs crumble
and bones get up and walk
ignoring my presence
they have business
that is none of my business
except to hope
I will not join them here
doing this skeletal shuffle
under the living feet that trample them daily
...when I awoke the room was filled
with acrid awareness...dream fading even as I here relate it....
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