footsteps down the
hall
echo through my mind
a surreal ribbon of
thought
wraps gently over my
eyes
and, like a gift
tied with a bow
I bring myself to
center
where all the bright
lights flash
as if they were neon
rainbows
catapulting pots of
gold
into my arms from
high above
and all good things
come to pass
wherein a peaceful
dream ensues
and all is well
forever more
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