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Free Association

I'm counting the impossible things
that linger within my dreams;
a smothered page
torn from its binding,
stripped and ripped
along the seams.

I wait along this railroad track
it paints a trail from here to there
and back;
a starting point no more, no less
but I digress
far from this stream

of consciousness, I know not where
to which it leads
or how to share
these wandering thoughts that gather 'round
without any means

to an end.