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Universes of wonder surround us
…but we forget
we become so easily trapped- imprisoned
inside of the hours
that then become days….
we are haunted by spirits
that we never knew
and these ghosts lay claim
to each breath
and each dream….
…..we have all tasted that loss-
the trade of gold
rooted within us-
to somehow enter
the painted kingdom
with its imaginary tapestries and empty
rooms
the
glittering costumes ,the beaded masks
always dissolving and falling away….
we are not made of illusion….
we
are made of stardust…..
and breath…
and bones….
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This is beautiful material--wonderful art and writing, by a beautiful person.
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