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Wakened from a dream
My back against warm brick
A private jet ascending
Steeply the sky stairway
Without me

Later whining wheels
Streamlined lithe
Shining stainless steel
Train streaking

Roaring on asphalt
Expressway wheels
Somewhere bound
At speed
As I sit

At the center
Of my universe
Chaos slowed to order
I lean back
And retrieve my dream

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