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I tinkered
with the elusiveness of a dream.
Tried to grab it,
see what it means.

I have encased myself
too long
in the boundaries of an echo:
the mere reverb of life
but not the song.

I breathe in
persistent pursuit
of the covert origins
to which all belongs.

No curse shall malign
its existence.
No eyes may define
what I haven't yet seen.