3 AM. A dream.
A new realization.
Eyes open, other end of existence realized.
Awake, now with a few secrets lesser, I lie down.
I now know of that one dimension.
That dimension that I’d never have accepted.
Nothing much has changed, around.
Nothing at all has changed, around.
Only a new realization –
That has corrected the eyes.
The Golden Tempo Of The Dream Machine
18 hours ago
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