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Poetry inhaled

Picking up a half written poem It reads: It feels later than it is I'm in a yesterday If tomorrow is tonight Dreams are for sleepers Gently held There I trailed off, left Whispers combine with oxygen Everything blends invisibly As poets put words together And the air becomes a potion It doesn't need knowing For words to unlock doors Keys forged by combinations Of shallow and deep breaths Pitter pattering across spaces Into your lungs For a breath of fresh air Code within code, deliciously undeciphered I'm coming around again Gently held Sleepers reside in dreams Tonight comes before tomorrow Yesterday is later than it feels Poetry inhaled

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Date: 1/29/2024 12:06:00 PM
Getting high inhaling poetry here Dilly! It is a fantastic feeling when the code feels undeciphered and time becomes irrelevant, you describe that moment so well when we feel at one with our poetry, cheers David
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Date: 1/29/2024 12:45:00 PM
Thank you David, it's rather intoxicating at times writing poetry and easy to get lost within. There's absolute magic that feels only in the realm of art with the connection some poems can have which is way beyond the typical. It's interesting stuff!
Date: 1/29/2024 11:18:00 AM
What a beautiful poem the inhalation of poetry. Poets live in the yesterday and tomorrow with the hope of living in today somehow illuminating the present for the sleepers. You make the "Code within code, deliciously undeciphered" appetizing. Your search for a feast provides for us stones turned to a buffet. Thank you.
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Date: 1/29/2024 12:36:00 PM
Thank you for your kindness TX. It's always a pleasure to see a comment from yourself. I sometimes open the notes on my phone and find some forgotten mist from a previous days writing that feels like a secret message. This one matches up with a contest I'm sponsoring, although it wasn't the intent when I wrote it. Thank you for your kind words x

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