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Life is a dream
we awake into
as we move
through the somnambulance of it all
We crawl before we walk
only to long for the days
that we were crawling
Falling from emptiness
Searching for form
and hoping
for the sure thing
that will save us
from ourselves
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Life is a dream
that fills the void of existence
we can hope
for a familiar outcome
but the path we find
is a puff of smoke behind us
Before us
a brilliant flash
of an already fading memory
We would see it
so clearly upon waking
if we weren’t already dreaming
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This post was originally published on Medium.com and is republished with the author’s permission.
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