The dream never stopped...just the perception of it...and the self's relation to it...the dream, however, never stopped by...sometimes it was there in strong force...other times clouded by the debris thrown up by society...so many wanted to take it away from me...dirty it...sully it...abuse it...but in the end, it really didn't matter...the faces of people who got in my way just drifted intoi the American night and like a tai chi stance when the mind turned off its feverish monkey like chatter there was the dream and it's space...
I suppose it is madness to take so many pictures of the back yard...it's just that it will be gone soon and all those memories themselves will fall into the American night..so click, click, click goes my camera...cpaturing the images I love so well when the final axe falls...
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