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Majestic Paradox
DREAM WORD DYNAMIC
Why does sleep fighting
bear the right words
not early morning waking
round the bend to consciousness
perhaps in the lure of departing
looselipping comes easy
A prick in the mind
grows to the words
only when journeyed
in the dead right direction
Clarity nears dark with stealth
bolting the sun preference given
to bright small baskets forever
wrinkled to seed
planted in sleep with stealth
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