Death and other pastimes

deep as death
I’ve always slept
without a dream
or so it’ve seemed
kind of ironic
perhaps
given that I’ve always been a dreamer
for a long time seeming like the only one
til johnny told me otherwise
in the voice of my mother
from before I was born
though I’ll always feel the part
on my walk
through the pine riddled
blueberry fields forever
where appropriated rune stones whisper
in the voices of the always silent
about present pasts
that never was
and always will be.

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