Dream Poem 86: The Capturers

Choosing coloured pencils from the library shop at college
to use with students on a trip to a museum.

The pencils are non-uniform
very dirty 
but the pigment in them is very good.

We go out, myself and the students to the museum
another group is there, they are dangerous.
They capture victims to hurt them.

We try and escape by hiding in a room in a tiny shop.
We are gathering so we can go out in the street together
Playing music and singing.

But the capturers are coming 
and we hide in a room.
A man and woman are already hiding when I try and squeeze in with them.

A handsome man in a shirt decides to brave it on the street.
Slips out of the door and mingles with the crowd
He is successful

And returns later dressed as a woman.

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