during the war.
Dreams do not end
They go around the bend
and we do not follow
or we wake
and shake the debris
from our brains
throwing out the discarded toys
the fire trucks and trains
and then we see the day,
having brushed away the
dreams that will not go away,
that never end
and we then unlive the desires
quenched in the living fires
of daily routine, burned out by the waking dream.
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