Last night I dreamt
but woke up
and couldn't remember
anything.
How often does this
happen? Far more
often than any of us
could know.
I'm awake but unsure
yet I still breathe.
My body keeps me
living still.
Perhaps I should pray
not for me but
for those who have
passed on from here.
I feel sad and uncertain
but I'm trying to
steel my spirit and
prepare for the struggle.
There can be no end
to the fight for progress.
Did I dream of your face?
I can't say for certain.
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