Three survivors, a small house,
why when the time came were they there?
No caskets, containers to drift into dream,
only beds and a kiss, some alien beast,
some good samaritan hunger terror,
she fell in love with words and the fantasy
my thoughts-- uneasy,
Did they drift away immortal? Were they devoured
in sleep? In dream--
a dark room seen from overhead-- single home peach colorless
square eternity and the end of the world
*dreamed on the morning of the Rapture May 21, 2011
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