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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "The Dreams Follow" We are on loop replay sleeping to wake again, morning, sunlit, shines through the blinds, sparkling dust columns dancing in front of our eyes, where each particle plays its part alighting in front of us bright as diamonds pétillant, spiralling forever spiralling, the messengers dance before our eyes but we fail to comprehend the poetry circling around us like a water colour drip feeds this bleeds into our day, a canvas, we write away time we write away we write away our time, codes for dissemination for those off page; like an army of ants, words walk in strange black lines over everything, pinpoints scattered with no relevant formation, we are all abstract, but there is meaning in the contrast and the story lines somehow are connecting, connecting, connecting like nights and days all too fast, the midday hour strikes a chord, like spaghetti we eat it up, fresh pasta with basil, juicy tomatoes crushed, the onions are necessary, purple and spanish, the sweetest prose, don’t forget the paremesan, cheese, we smile like we are wasting away, lunchtime matters the most somehow, it’s a mark in the middle road we've come this far, we stand, hesitating to grab each other’s hand, singular we know we are inevitably alone, we continue down the road walking towards the detour; evening fast approaches, we close our eyes, last prayers are thoughts expressed to measure where next we go should we not wake; that which we love now safe, tucked away; we measure our days in nights of closure, as if in the morning there is no waking, there is no morrow; we roll over we roll over, the dreams follow (LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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