No Explanation

No Explanation


I know the reason now for the dream.

For some reason I wanted to go halfway

But when I got to the road

I saw it.


It was a cut straight up and down from my home

Into the valley, prostate

And straight up again through a Cut.


The gears of the car were whining

on the way down and I knew that there was no stopping or waking up or turning back so I woke up because it was what a real nightmare is which is the approach of death as a certainty.

I ought to paint a picture of my dream.

Painting pictures is a happy thing to do.

I want my nightmare to be beautiful.

Like it was driving down the Pennslyvanna Turnpike

With no margin of error in the snow down a long way when we were together and there was no past or future and it was what a trip really is.

"Dreams are dreams, ailment

And day is day.

The dream upon awaking

Slips and fades away.

Damned is the dream.

The dream you prayed would stay."

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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