Premonitions

I saw him as he passed,

slowly increasing in temperature

glistening skin,

a tale-tell tigon of sickness

refusing (as it were)

to believe it

rather yet

approaching in proof of immortality

“You need to go home,” I say, pulling back

&

Before I can go on

I’m awake with a start

Not yet in the world

Still wiping dreams from my eyes

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