there were dreams, of passing through the fields of tall grass...
assembling a distorted view, shifting from the frame.
I fear this has spoken
to me.
all too often
the void reaches out
in the dreams, a sense of timelessness that is evasive to our senses, has spoken all too often
through the tall grass
the void that reaches
through cavernous ruins,
the ruins of my soul

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