Some dreams are badder than the real.

When I jump rivers like 'Jill of the Jungle'

deserted, as if the Munich Attacks never happened when I was there. 

Coalescence, when 'The Mine' collapses, gasping/grasping

for Parisian breath. 

Thus creatures crawl 'cross the blissful beaches. 

In remembrance of us. 

Because we were there.