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Third Of A World

At night, lost in the dark,
our dreaming selves wander long hallways
trying every door till something opens.
All night, we step in and out
of so much already in progress
with those particular and mysterious
hidden origin stories.
Any night, every night, the tiniest details
tether us to our ordinary days now
turned fantastic or gruesome
melancholy or hilarious.
Often, there is rain in the night
a staticky presence masking
the dreamer on the other side who keeps
tapping on our shared window
knocking hard to get our attention

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  1. Thank you for the beautiful and haunting poems you create. They are food for the soul.

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