Dreamt on January 25th 1981
Routine knotted angles
established as a clan

give off dazzling flashes

of life's sweet but fleeting span.

Superstitious wholeness

creates more than average charm

yet alien winds abound

contrary, fierce and rife.

Steeped in inner glory,

late for the train,

we must end our story now

or die on our feet again.

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