one more dream for the journey
before the road meets the pestilence of silence
and sadness sand-bags all the exits
before the songs of my youth
spend themselves into jingles
promising a good life for a cheap price
as the thick branches
of an impossibly old sycamore tree
feed the sheltering night sky
an old viking king's funeral pile
is showing the way
just like a boy dreamed it
one last dream
one last time
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