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Negative Spaced Dreams
Dreams of dreams and better still;
The ways in which we're left to mill
See to score the paths we've not explored.
But my dreams have never stayed in stead,
Rather run amok inside my bed;
Passed away in the blink of a day.
And those of night, I'll wake to find
Just blurry stills in a hopeful mind.
Serene wanting ambiguous.
Yet spaces fill with noxious brass
And tendrils sway for any a clasp,
Even at the frays of a dreams decay.
Funny how dreams are. But
Funny how dreams are. But there seem to be other things besides dreams that these stanzas could point to. Thanks for sharing. /Rik.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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