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into the stillness

into the silence

casting out tiny touches

collecting minds eyes

sight is confounded

unless viewed from an angle

into this brave night

I bellow my pleasure




the dream comes

again and again

the same

the feel on sunshine, liquid on skin

soft from sleeping

the delicate scent of love and life

it awakens a deep well of joy



it brings tears for the future memory

that may never exist

outside of this dream