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| | | | | Idle dreams and idle schemes Drifting up on warm air streams Breezes stirred by spinning blades Gathering dreams reduced to shades [Im]material spun like wool Attracted like a Tudor fool Entangled then congealed My dreams are clouds that are unreal | |
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| | | | | Written in response to Sadje's #Whatdoyousee A camera clicks.One fraction cannot reflect.Always do the maths. Copyright © 2025 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | Image credit: IstiaqueHossain | Pexels time's unhurried face a sage hiding in plain sight confidently hewn * For Sadje's #Whatdoyousee #353 - 10 August 2026. | |
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| | | (written August 2024) A train of thought, carriages of emotionstravelling along the tracks of our mind.Alighting at stations named "if", "but" or maybe.The reason why the mind chooses these stations isa mystery.Are these places in history etched on amap so deeply ingrained?Railroads of the past hold nothing morethan the echoes of long ago.Yet a loudspeaker... | ||