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Every planet eventually drifts into the sun
Whatever a sun is
All we can do is believe in something we’ve never seen
But belief is strong
Life becomes exterminated briefly in a long dream
The memory of your life-body moves on
Hopefully to a better dream transition
How big was the raindrop
When it first began dropping
The starting point of the note is ineffable
It almost comes out of silent vibration
I am awaiting an invisible stranger to become visible
Could be a materialized projection; maybe my life is
A pre-recorded series of events and gravity stops
Me during those moments of déjà vu
Who and what and where and whom will be there
When I wake up to the dream being over
Whatever that is
I believe in efficient creation.
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