A villanelle written in half an hour.

There on the screen stood ten thousand gone
I drifted among them and then I cried
And looked and saw their dreams move on

There I watched them their characters don
I saw their folly and witnessed their pride
There on the screen stood ten thousand gone

And there and here were their ideas spawn
I held them close and let them be my guide
And looked and saw their dreams move on

There the free days came with the dawn
I could see the return that they implied
There on the screen stood ten thousand gone

And so the point of the this journal is to have informal work that can be commented and critiqued by others
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