To anyone who can dream
And then awaken,
Remembering the impossibility
Of what was only mirrored
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Day becomes night
Black to white
Shadow reflects behind the light...
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Taciturn oracle without a shrine
Anywhere, for there is none
That confides more than a simple pen
Conferring with myself
...
To view a bulletin board
You must sit on the floor,
With your back against the wall
Opposite of a mural...
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The day I stop being myself
And go out of my way
To please your dubious
Ans selfish desires,
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If anyone should ask
Tell them I can be found
Locked in my dream
Hugging and kissing you
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Barely conscious
Or hardly caring which way
I face the World,
I take a bolder step,
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As a part time poet
That I am
Running towards the night
The darkness- the anonymity
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Black and blue,
The sky swells with indignation,
heavy clouds distended with groom
Which pulsate the involuntary
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The heart desires attachment
And solitude for the soul
Belonging to no other-yet
By oneself-life is unknown...
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