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Dream Lantern
Clock clicks.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
Flick.
Ions riveting.
Now,
a candle wakes on a nascent day horizon.
The tussle of gurgling dreams in a plastic goal
ignites
at the click of a happening.
A flame unwhirls.
Catch, on the light
of a wick's edge,
a store of chance,
canna leaf dancing in a glass.
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