The story is vague as I can see
This recurring dream that once plagued me.
I’d dream one night and there I’d find,
Silhouettes marching across my mind.
They marched on a gridiron; crisscrossing in shape.
They moved quite rapidly as if trying to escape.
Sometimes landforms could be found in the dream;
But onward they marched, undaunted it seemed.
The relapse of this dream soon ceased to begin,
But the memory still lingers within.
Copyright 1995
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