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always waking where we
are
once vanished
few know
nothing to breathe
but remember
image decays
we do
wondering what is another
how everything is further
in the glow thereof
then this that
all time is catastrophic
you’re out making distance
receding
you’re fading
again
in the dream
between stars
far distantly lit
all things of a type
you choose among a field of words
to travel
as per head
you say these things to yourself
are gone to the world
better than real to be
just as gone as good
burning to be here
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