I have a dream that will not die.
It will not stay buried.
It is neither dead nor alive.
It remains as some undead thing,
haunting me.
In truth I do not wish it gone.
I would that there were flesh on those bones
and Spirit within
breathing life
into mouldering dreams.
I am haunted by a ghost
that I have not the will to exorcise.
I am haunted
by a dream that will not die.
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