Posted by: normanlgreen | May 10, 2012

Dream, May 12, 2012 I needn’t tell you

Dream, home, 5:58 am

I needn’t tell you of the horror of war. Of deafness within the incessant noise. Of the numbing influence of men’s collective fear. Of objects whizzing passed you from before and behind you. Of men falling never to rise. Of the tangle of limbs and torsos. Of mud and metal mixed with man and man mixed with metal and mud. Of the focus of a mind intent on one thing and seeing all things at once. Of ground that is removed from your next step. Of gravity that pulls you uphill. Of the weight of your own body that slows you unmercifully yet takes you further and faster than it could possibly travel. I needn’t, though I might.


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