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###### Morning:

Those dreams are lost to me,
trapped in the weeds of your mind,
but your dreaming is bigger
than the oceans of the world,
and it sings to me as I drown.

The disinfecting sun angles,
bent through sheer curtains,
like liquid gold it pours over us
and we are one in the light.

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###### Noon:

When the hours have had
more than a pound of flesh,
and the day wears on eternal,
my infinite includes you,
a thought for companionship.

Tedium in an electric blue sky
that travels overhead lazily,
reminds me that real life is lived
not in grandeur or war
but in these passing seconds.

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###### Night:

When travel steals through my body,
taking with it the strength of the day
and the hopes of the morning,
I recall that I am energy and
can not be created or destroyed. 

In material repose on softened sheets
I take my leave of this reality
and send my energy outward
back to the source of the signal,
where inspiration rejuvenates me while I rest.

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