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Glass Reality

It started in the past, yet it was the future, when it happened so long ago.
Three people came, stole my bed, and left the blankets and pillows.
Beyond  the sun, in the twilight hue, the people danced with their shadows.
Within the distance, so very near, I sought the winds of blue.
Running from time, by chasing time, I fight to shatter the truth.
People were watching, as one was talking, so they all sung a simple tune.
The sun stands dancing, but not romancing, in the sea of the turquoise shoe;
   and all the while, I stood and smiled, as though it were nothing new.........

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