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Dreamsleep

I rest in the memory of things that I’ve loved where time is not finite below or above These pockets of joy hold the key to my fate as the dreams of my father in slumber gestate To live past tomorrow diving deep in the past with time still a virgin the moment to last And rise resurrected each day with the sun knowing fortune awaits me —when sleep again comes (Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2021)

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