Monday, March 19, 2012

A Reoccurring Black Figure

You can't keep chasing me
Through dreams.

It's not where I am awake.
But I still run.

It's too dark in there.
I only see tunnels.

And I don't remember if I ever escape,
Or if I continue to trace laps into circles.

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