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Musings before the dawn chorus

My body sleeps, yet still I wander

By P. K. GaniPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Top Story - December 2022
Musings before the dawn chorus
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This city is bustling

horns honking in a jam

I wind down the window

to talk to the man

There's nowhere to go

it won't exist when I awaken

They carry on travelling

like I must be mistaken

~

Let's dress up all fancy

I'll raid a boutique store

I'm presented with ruins

This isn't what I came for

oh where's your finest?

it's here for me I say

That's where you're wrong

and I'm sent on my way

~

On a street from the matrix

she stands out in red

I call out behind her

so she turns her head

It's a special day tomorrow

I know, but I can't be there

and into the crowd she goes

both everywhere and nowhere

~

I'm sat in an old car

aunt and gran either side of me

we're on a large runway

and need to leave immediately

a plane is heading toward us

as scarey as it may seem

doesn't matter I repeat

it's only a dream

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P. K. Gani

I'm an avid reader exploring fragments of my imagination and revisiting moments in writing. I hope others enjoy what I piece together.

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    Written by P. K. Gani