An end or a beginning
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1 min readApr 13, 2017
A
bright light
caused me to stop
dead,
even though I couldn’t
feel my feet,
(going where?
Hard to tell.)
Instinct
jolted me, and
knowing to trust it I baulked,
looking into the glare.
Maybe this is
nothing but a dream,
ominous,
particularly
queer.
Racking my brains,
slowly remembering the
trip home, not really
under the influence, just
very tipsy..
was that a sign? Train
X-ing? .. .. .. the bright
yellow intercity becomes the
Zion Express.