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Walking asleep
in the cool morning breeze.
Being awakened
by the soft sweet smell
of the rain as
it fell in my eyes.
And listening
to the sun as it rose in the skies...
...I jumped
onto a three-wheeled bus
which some
unskilled painter
had painted
vivid green.
Giving the
conductor my fivepence-halfpenny,
I asked him:
"Does this
taxi go to Truth?"
Handing me a
ticket
he replied:
"All trains go
to Truth eventually."
But I did not
believe him.
For the sign
on the tram read:
"Marble Arch"
So....
as the plane
rose into the air,
I leaned back
in my seat,
watched the
harbour lights
slip slowly
below the horizon,
and drifted
gently back to sleep...
...where I
dreamed of scrap-yards. |
