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Twilight
Midst the twilight of wakefulness and sleep
Our minds meander to places shallow and deep.
They visit domains that while awake we won't go
Depicting ourselves when old, feeble, and slow.
But in only a dozen deepening breaths more
We grow wings and over mountain peaks soar.
Our free-roaming minds are rife with surprises
Letting us look behind old friends' disguises.
We learn with shock of a teacher's double life
It cuts to the quick like a long-bladed knife.
We must have envisioned scenes of these kinds
And hidden them away in the niches of our minds.
Only in twilight do they come to the fore
And make our wanton thoughts a wide-open door.
Copyright ©
Paul Schneiter
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