A Twentieth-century Dream

I got into bed

and closed my eyes

and the warm, black

nothingness of sleep

came

and picked up my soul

hand held it tightly

for a time

that could have beem

forever

of a few moments.

Then I dreamt

I lived in a valley

that was green and peaceful.

I lived on a farm

and had a wife

and three children.

One day three bombers came.

They came low

over the mountains.

When the bombers

were through

the valley

was

gone.

1999

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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)

14.06.2026

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