Poe

I once had a dream that I met my idols

The green light was on their faces

Clearer as daylight, I saw them

Kafka stranded aloof along with his father and the giant vermin on the shore

I felt Kafkaesque surrounding us all

Far away saw Hemingway rowing the boat calling me an old man who is still unsure

Dostoevsky lined up to get shot, smilingly told me, you’re an honest thief one day you will get caught

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