Dream Cycle I: Holiday in Hali

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I wander, lonely as a cloud
o'er those bright Carcosan hills
Forlorn! Ne'er to be found
a friendly patch of daffodils.

In spying I create the scene
which folds around my addled brain:
lifeless, distant and pristine.
I wonder, after all, in vain.



I don't know how I got here; All I know is that it's mine.