Some fall asleep.
Another falls awake
to stand barefoot among shuttered houses,
coatless atop a barren autumnal knoll,
confused below an abandoned weathered barn,
uneasy over unseen water covered by fog,
desolate between a fence and vacant factory
that does not produce.
The unpopulated scene
creatureless,
soundless,
dreamless,
under the blank sky.
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