they dream

it came in a dream
the flow of effortlessly
calm and free
mind of time
in a degree
of energy
a day craved
by most if not all

there thoughts be tell
where step we fall
the first and last time
we climb this hill


Jack was nimble
yet still to be quick
he gave what tumble
he saw to be thick
and from the glass
of a looking well
he drank at last
and at last he fell


It was clear in this
dare William told
of a stage painted red
where sun is gold
and stems of dead
give life a new hold


here the knots bare
and linens unfold...

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