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War Chariots at Dawn
(and a Three-Hole Paper Punch)
A friend was given a dream in which there was:
Deep darkness and an infinite silence
And then a soft, soft, subtle tingling sound
On the horizon impossible blue
And then more light and then a jingling sound
A line of chariots in silhouette
And led by Three in ancient robes, afoot
And all advanced upon my friend who was
Three in himself, but not capitalized:
A boy afraid, and a middle-aged man
And an old man too, to complete the three
The uncapitalized three, in the darkness
The men then urged the reluctant boy forward
For he was fearful in the face of the Three
And of the chariots on the horizon -
And there the dream ended, all unresolved
And I was given a dream in which there was:
The three-hole paper punch gone missing from
The office (of old and unrequited dreams1)
1a play on The Colony of Unrequited Dreams by Wayne Johnston
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