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Filament One
Dream all in second sight
my embers amber n gossamer ink
of ravens, forgotten wings,
flutter in the hollows
of my heart.
Feeling the loss
of all my intricate parts.
Breaking of stained glass
each fragment
a different reality
an internal beginning.
Or a desolate ending, cold…
I dream all in second sight
the filaments of one
old n sold, second to none.
Forgotten old n alone,
Lost in the spaces
in between n unseen
filament, one
A traveller in flight
Last in realms of distant night
or whitest, white
Landing upon distance shores
A traveller divine and unknown
I dream all in second sight.
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Poet Tellaferro
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