I heard someone calling my name one day,
My imagination or really I can not say.
It was the voice of a painful soul,
The voice was from far, and old.
It was wispy and husky,
Like was somebody,
From the past.
Somebody from the dead anon.
The voice did hypnotize.
For I followed it to a big sand mound;
Then stared at it,
Found it a figure with a hand pointed west;
it proceeded, I followed;
And so on…
Overhill, over dale
I heeded not the seedy trail.
It led me through the forests thick.
It came to a halt, I stopped too.
There was no land to go on.
It looked at me.
I stared back;
Then laughing, it went ahead.
I followed too, fool as I was
It stood in midair
And I was lost …
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