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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Can't Decide. Story Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oil lamps burn on either side<br>Of a polished stone centrepiece.<br>Its only purpose is to guide<br>The task performed by the high priest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The celebrant is crimson clad.<br>He speaks a language long since dead.<br>The strangest dream I ever had<br>Which filled me with a sense of dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew I dreamed but it seemed real<br>I tried to wake to no avail.<br>Held in a trance as strong as steel<br>My puny efforts doomed to fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was as if against my will<br>I was transported to the past<br>By some magician with the skill<br>The bonds of time to overcast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could tear my eyes away<br>Beneath the altar though unbound<br>The sacrificial victim lay<br>Willing to die: His faith profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His death would bring fertility<br>Ensure the future of his clan<br>So they could thrive successfully.<br>Thanks to the courage of this man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The priest despatched him with one stroke<br>The young man died without a sound<br> The priest turned to the crowd and spoke.<br>The words he uttered echoed round.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although I could not understand<br> a single word.Somehow I knew<br>That he obeyed his Gods command<br>As he was duty bound to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I awoke quite suddenly<br>The sacrifice had set me free.<br>But was it fact or fantasy<br>I cannot say positively.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps some racial memory<br> embedded in the D.N.A<br>My forebears had passed down to me<br>Had been triggered in some way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That vivid dream still bothers me<br>It is a dream I shan’t forget<br>I choose to call it fantasy<br>But I have doubts that linger yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alternative reality<br>Or just a dream about the past<br> It could be neither possibly.<br>But I was glad when it had passed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think about it frequently.<br>But find that I cannot decide<br> If it was fact or fantasy.<br>It seems my doubts will long abide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q>
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The strangest dream I ever had
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