I
don’t get sleep.
Why?
The
moment I close my eyes nightmares begin.
Haunting
you?
No,
causing distress.
Who?
A
Ghost!
The
one from the fable who was shut up in a pot, long ago. Is he the guy?
Yes,
and he grins at me, teases me in glee.
Teasing?
What’s he saying?
That
I am an idiot with no sense of loss.
And
then?
A
sharp blow on my cheek with his smoke-smeared arm!
The
revengeful fury of one who was trapped in a pot for a thousand years.
Is
it?
Yes,
so forget it, since it was just a dream.
Shall
forget anything. But, the sense of loss he mentioned. What did I
lose?
Don’t
you know yet?
No.
What’s it?
The
way out from the pot!
Oh!
Freedom.
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