a can of dreams

open in case of emergence 
the inexplicable act 
a mind obsessed with resurgence 
unconcerned with tact 

carried from country to city 
buried in the yard 
filled a head with pity 
sleeping windows barred 

securely a slumber progresses 
when it fears nothing outside 
deeper the cavern recesses
the 'scape where dreaming resides 

choices are not of this world 
neither is story's device 
sailcloth cannot be unfurled 
against the perpetual ice 

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