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I’m Mitchem.

While dreamwalking,
in darkness,
a light appeared,
there sat a
stone man at
a table.

He ate dust,
  the dust
  poring
forth from
  the hole
in his heart.

He cried
salty
tears
digging
rusty furrows,
crows’ feet
black in
despair,
my eyes
steering
back at
me.

I struck
him,
again and
again,
rubble
issuing
sighs
of relief,
free of
imprisonment.

And the table
Was gone….

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