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Entry Two
The conundrum begins
It sweats
in the early hours
just before the birds wake
singing operatic manic
sunrise choruses
to heaven
The escalation of growth
sits quietly;
a dream come true
A fantasy of worn souls
colliding in
that open connection, understood
One hand rests on his chest
the other lies quietly on her thigh
Some dreams
are just dreams
others are a reality
pre-empted
pre-seen
pre-sent
by the angels who died
before us.
Maybe life happens
the day
we say
"I dreamed this true"
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