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The dream came and went in abstract, ragged confusion. A
kaleidoscope distortion of imagery, from a distant, resilient
time to the more recent and difficult past. His dream visited
upon him a wasted, washed out time of hours, days and weeks
spent in mental struggle. They reached inside him, groping
around ungloved, fingers probing , prodding, kneading, failing
to find the soul so sought after. But I have a soul! he
countered, entering his own dream by a tradesman's entrance,
clothes dusty with building site detritus…..the dream stopped
in its tracks…looking round, jarring him out of somnambulism…. |
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