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Undulations of Cemeteries
I read dreams
They tell me secrets
Sometimes
They
Assail
In tormenting
Flux
But if you watch
& wait
You may reach
The point
Where you learn
To counter balance
Which is an art
In and of itself
Maybe rooted
In a sort of fatalism
Like a dead person
Seeing the dreams
Of the living
Having the wisdom
Of echoing undulations of cemeteries
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