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[redpooka]

Dreams are a window
my telescope
they show the worlds that I cant know
when the evening comes creeping in
or when the sunshine is soft
this threshold takes root.

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Dust remembers but scatters still
drifting pieces, losing form
missing in moments
what it may have once been.
Riding light and chasing heat
What have we been, then and now
that takes from us our moments to miss?
How can we say that, in that space
a universe, a nothing, and a kiss
did not write the entirety?
This box is no box,
This wall is no wall
form escapes
but matterz still'
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Watch the edge as it defies destiny
watch as it complies
spilling forth
holding form
drenching shores it was never meant to reach
see stars captured and the distances traveled
to contain all the heavens
and the moons misty smile