Wondering about depths in future times, clinging to hopes
and dreams of the present – pasting them into photo books
of the mind.
Selecting poses and pictures of happenstance, thrilling
to their looks of musical clarity, hoping to spend a
lifetime in bounteous mirrors, dancing to innate
Always, stirring on rims of oblivion, marching frankly
in the direction of our souls.

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