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A parallel universe

I met a clairvoyante

in a dream

and bit by bit

she grew.

With every passing night,

I could see her better

— the veil lifting gradually

and the darkness waning away

into a morning I had never known,

not even in sleep —

my senses betrayed me often

but she,

seldom did

not even in moments when

sleep threatened to break

into a crimson I dread.

———

The ghost in the dark,

the man who passes by unnoticed

in the unreal city,

the gyspy-woman

ranting her gobbledegook

and the man in the mirror —

came up with wisecracks

that I bet —

made me smile in sleep.

The hooded doppelganger

scattered coffee beans on the garden-table,

and a shower of rain

drenched me to the skin,

the water seeping down beneath the last blanket

on my rickety bed.

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