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The End Of The Dream
GVL (March 29,1963 / Boston, Mass)

The End Of The Dream

At the end of the dream i never wake up
I live on in a thousand different scenes
from a play un acted
only felt
once there was a way
to dropp the curtain on my madness
now it only duplicates in my heart
once there was a word
to bring me back
but the deafness of fear and the mute black throat have won
it's 5 am
lovers sleep, real and remembered
and i only dance while i die

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Comments (2)

Like Ulrike, I like your work, there seems to be a struggle between the desire for love and the past that prevents it, a theme I myself cherish.
i sooo love your poems! u.xxx