The Poet's Dream, IV

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.
it reads:
"To dweller deep, did promise keep
And pull him from his prison
Offered he then logic's leap
Which did demand decision."

And with this writ a stomach's snit
Began to give him worry
To fast he would, but not with it
Making memory more blurry;
A sandwich quick, would do the trick
But would he have to hurry!

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