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Automatic Writing
While we were walking, we
came across the skeleton of an old barn.
Think of the trees the massive rough timbers came from!
We held hands and scurried past like children, in awe and frightened
by the structure.
The rocks in the crumbling limestone foundation were bleached,
like old scattered bones left
Exposed
to the elements.
Automatic writing
Works
For lucid, dreaming amateurs
and
Armchair therapists
On waking,
I saw the trail to the rocky outcrop,
Jutting, looming, hanging over town,
And my two feet
So I closed my eye.
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