two nights running

 

in two nights running,

    I dreampt of the place –

two nights in dreaming

    a nightmare.

 

and nightmares are rare

    in true technicolor.

too true to be true,

    too weird.

 

that first night – no one!

    no one was there.

no face familiar,

    no one I’d known.

 

ergonomics,

    earthcentric.

eccentrics,

    inane.

 

strange,

    that no face,

was the same.

 

the next night, too.

    that was insane.

no one I knew,

    and none had a name.

 

no trace of the place

    from what I once kenned.

all change had erased

    it all   in a dream.

 

of what was   at one time

    I find I can’t keep.

two nights of nightmare

    before I would sleep.

 

 

 

©2013,Marvin Loyd Welborn

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