an october composite

for the mirrored dream

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october thins
into the veils again
into the waking dreams

consciousness streams
into a hue
moving
merging
a version of two

a composite view

into the night
into the day
white
black and silver lights

a mirror
mirrors
reflecting back
mystical
mist

an apocalypse

it was a little boy
and a little girl
at the edges of the world
it was the edge

of all things

then came the unplugging
of you
at the end
the hurting
the working hour 

memories
the messengers

as sleeping
awakens 

a possibility
a probability

a mathematical equation

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…from a dream within a dream…

if you are here, thank you for reading.

XO

p.s. (i don’t have any fancy recording equipment. soooo… if you did happen to give me an ear, IT’S RAW.)

Also, I recorded this evening, you can hear the crickets if you listen real close.

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