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Images come to me from a deep place.

A broken story from far away.

A man is running down seven flights of stairs.

A dog is barking at a cow who has taken something.

A baby is finger-painting in her crib.

I have agreed to officiate at a funeral.

I can't remember the name of the deceased.

I slip out a back door and begin to run.

I keep trying to remember the name of the dead man.

Manny? Marvin? Victor? Torvald? No, that is from Ibsen.

I am trying not to laugh.

I join a marathon to blend in.

We pass a farm.

I hide in a haystack.

I see a patrol car with flashing lights.

They are prowling the farm searching for me.

The farmer sees me but he keeps working.

I am watching him work through the hay.

Now I remember the name of the deceased.

It is Torvald (after all) - a Norwegian farmer.

"He loved his work.

He loved his animals."

In the distance there is lightning or bombs.

Everyone has gone to shelters.

I wake thinking, "Nothing will be the same anymore.

I can relax."