My horse jumped
Yet another stile
As his hooves hit
The surf that sprayed
Right into my dreams
Tonight
So much outside
Doesn't seem to touch
Me though I watch
This and a million
Other movies in dream-time
Places I knew
Just months ago
Have lived on
Behind my eyes
A world or two
Captured in memory
Growing now
Of their own accord
I watch the sleep
Of a million others
And wonder where
My pen doth stray
My world revolves
Despite the line
And yet I know
I can't leave
The Past alone
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