THE MELTING POT
Dreamed 1982/7/30 by Chris Wayan
I dreamed these people in a melting pot beckoned and laughed and rocked the pot, as the molten body of the silver man sloshed and glowed and steamed. They were having a fine old time, as they melted too, and the raw clay pot fired... from inside.
And I ran screaming.
That was the night I knew I'd always be alone, peering in your society's window like Peter Pan.
For your melting pot is very pretty, but... I can't join you. In your meltdown.
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