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Dreamers Meeting Place, Gertrude Abercrombie
you hold me
as if suspended in thin air
the comfort of free fall
in perfect safety
I sleep soundly on this plain
we cast shadows
are real
perhaps we should question the sun
but we don't
fact is we match the curvature of the Earth
exist in focus when
much of everything else blurs
there is magic here
that keeps my eyes closed
twilit synchronisation of
the essence of being
I dream of you and
you dream of me
an infinity of
knowing permeates my thoughts
and when it all
inevitably crashes down
may we wake up
with a splash of water on our faces
revived and in the land of the living
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Di11y Da11y
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