I had a dream where I was driving through
a narrow way through two small outcroppings of rock
and as I emerged a man and a woman were moving an open gate
on the right side of the way that seemed like a scripted portal
and I stopped suddenly because the way ahead was down
a steep rocky decline that would have been the ruin of me and the car
to the right was a path overgrown with flowers and grass
sun-soaked in a soft blaze that would have been easy to navigate
but I thought it would take to long to get where I wanted to go
so I looked to my left and saw a rocky road
with shattered glass like broken beer bottles littering the way
too many shards to clear away to travel upon
and I awoke and had no idea what the portents were
since every move I've ever made seemed to be the wrong one....
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