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Moonbeam Deep dream What seems clear, Sometimes isn’t, Here. An inner ear, Balancing this moment, An oscillating wave, While looking for A shaft of light With shadow deep Ochre grey. Fading a way Through the night Of blackest white. Wish I may, Wish I might Find the path Through the grass. In the weeds, Scattered seeds Heading home To the door. A place to lie On the floor. That I could see Brightly more In the dark Across the shore
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