The Sentries (3)

Somewhere just past your farthest thought
The waking dream that is your life
Sits quivering and lonely, knowing
You will never find it

Amid a building far away
The hope you buried underground
Is stored inside a freezer, where the
Passers-by won’t mind it

For though in sometimes reverie
You walk towards the distant light,
You long ago gave up your watch
No longer vigilant at night

The sentry-post you thoughtless fled
That separates the living from
The dead

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