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Poetry Drafts / 21 April 2018

In my dream I was transported

without gods or buttons pressed

In my dream I was the hero

freckled youth I’d say

In my dream I wanted difference

polars swapped and fingers touch

In my dream I was transported

to a place without birth;

or death

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.