The dream dreaming a dream...

..the seed of all things.. come from a dream of nature.. natures dream dreams a dream ..goes back to where the dream came from.. and so again..

Message deliverers..

Days, moons and ecliptic's away, blinking messages from strangers were like chariots for something unknown .. You anticipate someone you don't know, by a fiber of unfathomable desire, to entice things inside you that you never knew were there.. Something happens that you never knew was possible.. A few days, moons and ecliptic's later you gather enough of these Unknowns to have chiseled out a person.. somebody you didn't really know.. You.

Title redundant...

Something impossible is about to happen...

 
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The inventory of atmosphere..

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Something in common

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Reading between the lines

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Jarred life

There has never been a strive

Quite like the one in the jarred life..

You have all these scapes scattered around

But somehow you feel terribly bound..

Never has There been so endlessly near

Nor the thought to reach it endlessly dear..

You reach for the light but hit a wall

Though it seems you're divided by nothing at all  

''And so..'', said There with the wind in his hair,

''..Do you plan to just sit there and stare..?

.. And after all in here you do nothing at all

But sit around playing a thrall ..''

''There!'' yelled the one who is jarred

In surprise upon hitting the ground..

Creating a stir at the edge of sight

There disappeared into the tattered light..

Looking so frail, looking so lost

The jarred soul wished to follow at any cost..

Still not knowing much about the in and out

But feeling such a need to find out what its about..

Lights would come nights would go

But There somehow would never show ..

Sorrow grew, rains would fall

Still nothing would come to melt the wall..

Piles and piles of scholarly lies

Could not help at all to solve or devise..

The sheer grandeur of what was lost

Turned the soul to stone and frost

Until...

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I caught its breath inside of me..

Close Enough is close enough..

..for a moment I forget who I am (who I'm ''supposed to be'') and I remember who I am.. this person seems to go well with anything fleeting and refracting.. including knowing exactly what I want to say but not knowing how to do that.. fumbling for words out loud until this cumbersome mass hits around against the walls of thoughts and feelings and things long enough to leak into something close enough..  

Shimmercolours...

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Heart clay..

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Get bored, quick !

..haven't you just sat there a million times over.. pondering over wanting to move in an authentic direction.. looking back at the most faithful mirror and lamenting in silence about him procrastinating every hesitant move .. get deeply bored so much that you move just anyhow, even fake.. here he is still reflecting back at you ..and you'll trip on his (your) refraction enough to get un-fake along the way..

Mind undressed...

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