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All ThezeDreamz

 

     Dropped into a transparent sky;
carried far more than sight could bear;
tied to the last migrating bird;
these dreams spilt, from vagrant hearts all.

     Coalesced to a melting sun-
the daze of rare celebration.
Or taken individually,
starcount the ways to be explored.

     Written light in pencil, no more
than faintest echo waited for.
Like breath of air these words that pour
into each cell without a door.

◄ Just So Much

Anon ►

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Adam Whitworth

Sat 4th Aug 2018 13:18

Thanks for your comments elPintor.

elPintor

Sat 4th Aug 2018 03:19

The final statement--"into each cell without a door"--really wraps the entire piece up tightly. For, what are we to such flighty ideas when awake, but closed?

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