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within me live more dreams than may be numbered

by the freckles that quilt my skin

after a day in the sun

when my spirits soar to the display of blinking lightning bugs.

and i have learned

that without my dreams i am dead

empty

poisoned with decay

because my dreams move with the passing color of the seasons

always in motion

to become new dreams

new blinking lights

and in this i find peace.

through my head full of passing tides

i dance

off beat

in a world i dare not understand.

sleep well

in faithful love.

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