that big yellow truck

i dream of ambulances

their red sirens

calling you home

i dream of silences

those moments as you pass

from substance

into emptiness of being

i dream of screaming

late into the night

when my cries

cannot  b  e   h   e    a      r       d

i dream of sleep

and then i pass

into the void

between

our

worlds

.ellemmdee.

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