amber streetlights leading
down leaf-littered lanes
lonely night strider
daytime somnambulist
doubting the destination
would sooner be couch bound
pajama trammeled
awake and urged
out into autumn air now
mulling the emperor’s dream
in which he was a butterfly
flitting from flower to flower
unaware of the sleeping self
then upon waking wondered
which was the dream
which monarch am i
but the closer he travels to town
fragile and feather light blown by
a host of human voices
the dream bubble breaks
admitted through the door
forcing on a face for friends
living a dream
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