word count: 100
Dreams from a Pilgrimage
It’s just this way, she agonized, and
I won’t end where I’ve begun.
It’s the dream I’m waking up to.
I wonder, he antagonized, what if
today becomes your cannibal past tomorrow,
feeding on today’s life, keeping itself alive,
demanding its pound of flesh?
She knew his aim.
It was to lead her in circles,
to origins, not beginnings.
But each cross-road meant progress,
a royal one, or common as a pilgrim
on a well-worn track, peculiar as a dream
singular as a vision, a glaring blaze
of glory, immense as a grain of sand
sparkling in the New Jerusalem.
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