Thursday, December 1, 2016


[image from google dot com]

Dreams are places waiting to explore,
Vast expansions of borders shifting
Shifting what never existed, only what is
For certain, a sphere, a realm remote

Reality becomes, on awakening,
That place to return to, only its not,
For where lies eternity, is where,
Crossroads of time would merge

Into a mist of hazy momentum, there,
Yielding walls, partition out evanescence
For surely, here time records breath
The next one, and the next, and awakening
AND THE NEXT © gillena cox 2016

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Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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