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fingers splintering on bare wood the night, eyes closed ~ except through my third eye, the centre of my brows
early hours are silent, bar the tinkering ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep dreams will not be ReMembered when I wake yet still I wonder
violins draw close, like moths fluttering, movement; bow on strings music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep in slumber now
wings circle overhead escaping from the birds hush morning do not come to soon I am in the woods, a far off place morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb
spin… SPin hallucinating?... (more)
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