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At night I’m running through the darkness in corridors I know not
guided by some inner yearning that pushes away the fright
out of the blackness will come the light of dawn and
we will carry on until the next battle comes
like the storms at sea each winter
before the spring calm
when torrents turn
to liquid sunshine
as fine as an
angel’s hair
and
finally Ulysses
reaches his native
shore in his bark of yore
his sword at ready to rescue
Penelope from a line of unwanted
suitors and free booters, my dog will be
the first to know me when finally I find my way home
that place til then existing only in my mind I have never
been or known but I am told there is nothing like in of this world