In my dream I am escaping <br />Under the low cloud cover <br />That makes a ragged canopy <br />Above train tracks <br />And telephone wires. <br />Those lines converge on the horizon <br />Echoing down time's tunnel, <br />A labyrinth of recursions <br />From which there is no exit.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-escape-25/
