Ever played with the magnetic words and phrases stuck to someone's refrigerator?
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Her reality goes sideways
and an ocean of first impressions
echoes the obvious
in a thousand pieces
sometimes too much was enough
from where they live
without fear
without limitations
I close my eyes
and my vision
should not force
my imagination
to dream
of a light
in a million directions
my first thought:
bliss
or death
she moves in a dream
with unclear definitions
a new world of
talking animals
the sound of language
a voice between
my mind and truth
realizes no such thing
my idea:
the universe
the truth
the possibility
a system puts together
the bridge for another cycle
he collects pictures
of impossible machines
surprises come too fast
reconsiders
life draws conclusions
shifts
turns
the mountain listens to the world
a tree whispers to me
it speaks in rhyme
I hear the last word in a perfect world:
Question
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