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Dream of dreams

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My eyes gently close.
Darkness engulfs me.
I fall.

Through eyes wide open,
I can finally see the fading of the fog.

As I fan away the smoke,
a faint outline is revealed.
Edges and corners.
A golden knob.
Dusty wood.

This image,
this passage,
would lead me to--
places forgotten,
and places remembered.

Now,
All I have to do is step forward.
Turn the knob.
And fall once more.





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