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Bending time and space,
To a place here inside our souls
Where all our hopes and fears reside.
Our thoughts range, uncontrolled and free
A slow parade of all good people known and loved
Forms a caravan from the very beginning to eternity
Engaging our senses as it entertains and unwinds
Our lifetime portrait with joys and tears combined
Into unknown realms of life's mysteries...we climb
Suspended within the passions of our minds,
Unafraid to confront the mistakes made
Even the ones we might tip-toe past
For all futures, by our will to be,
What has yet to be written
Praying it's not too late
To get a lease on life
Calling forth bold visions,
There is hope for our redemption
Before we all run out of turning time
To summon with all our resources and energies
What memory reclaims, our brains have yet retained
With all incongruence's erased, if we are so inclined
Why is it when we are the most stressed?
Our creative juices seem naturally to be
Flowing to their greatest potential,
As if striving to reach for ever
Greater heights, being
Together, than we
Could ever reach
While we are
Alone
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