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What Happens in Vegas
In my dream Las Vegas
was being shoved against
the mountains. At first
it was actually fun riding
the berm of a sand dune
as it slid across the desert
something like surfing
the Sahara.
As we approached the
mountains the turbulence
of the sand increased
a huge lake formed between
us and the tall buildings.
We struggled to stay on top
of the crest and not fall into the
flaming abyss that had opened below.
I somehow made my way
to the left and a path leading
away from the bottomless pit.
From there I saw the high-rollers
in the high-rise fighting
to escape. They were beating
against the blue translucent
plastic windows with anything
they could find. Some were
already screaming as they fell
towards the burning conflagration
below them. Other were bending
and bulging the plastic out. Vague
body shapes pushing outward
beating to escape what to them
must be hell -- only to fall free
into another. Panic and fear
can make us fly.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/3/2014
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