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03-02 Discerning the Center of Fuzzy Lines
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DailyPoetryProject The dream didn’t happen
until the sun had already set on it
and so was transformed
by the twisted full moon light.
Lupine companions
who join in the revelry
completely unaware
of the hunter keeping track,
rush headlong into scenes
of lack of trepidation
as the insanity grips us
and keeps us in our spots.
Little turned out to be
what anyone thought it was.
So don’t you believe
what your mind makes illusion,
and don’t let reality
become disguised as the dream.
