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Poetic dreaming
I dream of poems.
The images, the cadence, the words.
Asleep I promise me i won't forget,
But awake I do.
What did i create?
It felt great, like an insight
That soars like a meteor
In big black space.
A key, a truth, a flash
Of epiphanic wonder,
But invisible in daylight.
Finders, please keep.
The images, the cadence, the words.
Asleep I promise me i won't forget,
But awake I do.
What did i create?
It felt great, like an insight
That soars like a meteor
In big black space.
A key, a truth, a flash
Of epiphanic wonder,
But invisible in daylight.
Finders, please keep.
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