Song of the under-dreams
Illusions of fate maybe
Or the saddest desire..
Sometimes we wish to live..
..a ceased moment captured a life..
..the sky.. all of our glances..
The memory is the shadow
When all of us
Are tentative.
And uncertainty
Rarely matters.
It's the feeling.
It always rings
And animates non-life.
And then
Time and space
Concentrate in the essence:
The Non-Words.
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