Figment on a Thread

I keep returning here
from another dream
knowing what’s
around every next corner
behind every next doorway
beneath every next footstep

but then the haze be sever’d
without tocsin
bleeds out the vision
evaporates its memory

till outside my sleep
a spark in distant time
bethinks that same place
where I’ve never been

or have I?
sometime else?

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