The field of view widens throughout the whole dream.
(Not panning out.)
After ten minutes, further width seems impossible to take in.
It continues.
Quickens.
Left side a touch faster than the right.
The dream itself is just a still landscape.
Grass, trees.
Tiny, trivial movements.
After a few hours, it rains for a moment.
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2 comments:
I like this very much.
i like the beat of this poem, but i don't think i am picking up on the right message. i feel like you are trying to send out something that i am not getting. instead i'm getting a very simple message, which i never get from you poems. i always get something complex but remarkable.
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