Passage #84: 9 February 2011
Where the Wild Things Aren't
That very night in The Passage’s room a city grew
and grew
and grew until their ceiling hung with palm trees
and the walls became the world all around
and a road tumbled by with bikes for The Passage
and they rode off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things aren't.
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