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A dream in a bag

In a dreaming morning
Among the debris bodies and bag wishes
Mornings are vanished
In havoc
From time when Jesus was crucified
To time when we are still crucifying
Everybody's looking for something
It's our scattering things
Word looking for a voice
Tunes looking for a music
A child for a copybook
A mouth for a laugh
An eye for an eye drop
A finger for a ring
A bride for her dress
And a silence for God

That's how we were created
That's how we were kept away

And I am
Looking for a dream in a bag

I didn't see a dream
I didn't see a bag

Except gunpowder and smoke
My dream has gone flying
Am still waiting
For my dream
For my bag…………………….. 1 December 2005