while searching
for a story
in a rural field of
the astral plain I
drifted to last night
I happened upon
a secret society
of men who built
without nails
though the ceiling
of their lodge
was grinning with
an iron smile
and their members
were strangers
though I knew
one or two of them
but the leader
was invested to show
me their ways
and we left the lodge
into the sudden night
and pondered those
who may fly
through darkened skies
and I confessed I had
seen some before
as we watched remnants
of a flare
fall down upon
the grassy floor
yet waking had
other plans
and grabbed my shoulder
to pull me from
the scene
though I longed for
and struggled to
remain in the dream
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