Dreams playing within a circumference of living,
handling attributes with clarity and verve.
Sunsets are closed and drawn on daylight hours
as vivid beauty swallows bleak, gray despair
from ever-widening.
Taking on antecedents from past pages of
literature and pasting them onto tapes of today,
showing the progress we've made in our own time.
Satisfying temporary visions as cohesive living
finds itself alongside reality without knowing
or realizing why or what came about.
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