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Dreams
On the seat of my consciousness
I skim the surface of my soul.
I soar through depths of understanding
And globes of surrealism.
It is my challenge to synthesize
It is my desire to synergize.
When dreams are spoken
They become fulfilled.
Like the fanning of flames
They explode and become
Larger than life itself.
No longer is the fear existent
That the ember will be extinguished.
No longer will the spark
Be doused with a sudden splash of water.
No longer will a giant footprint
Be all that is left of an open dream.
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Poetry
in Motion
