The rawness of the heart,
an intrepid explorer,
reaches beyond the expected
where everything is reflected
within the misty lines
of distance
and the mighty
beat of drums . . .
where hearts gather
to tell the tales of love . . 
and hurt . . 
The fall of the day
glows through the embers
          of passion
and imagination rears,
on a winged horse,
dancing on the rays
                   of brilliant stars
lines and lines and lines
          as far as eternity. . .
shining, gathering
the dreams of gods
and oceans
birds and mountains 
butterflies and trees
dreams within dreams
burnishing cycles of patterns . . . 
each dream a fire burning,
each heart-ache engraved in a moment,
reverberations within the song of existence . . .
a crystal bell tinkles in the distant
rain drops glisten . . .
a dream is lifted . . .
this speck . ..  this thing . . .
is placed within the all . . 
the evermore . .  eternal all . . 
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