Memory of Strangers

Beneath a brim of dark felt 

Shielding against the cold of night 

 

Behind eyes reflecting the fire of orange lamplight on fallen leaves 

 

In unlit halls where music simultaneous amplifies and drowns out thought 

 

A dreamer dreams of pretty faces 

People 

Fallen away to time

Unchanged in memory 

Transformed in reality 

 

And wonder occupies his mind

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