Dancing, swirling, threads and beads
Reaching about the fragile frame.
Entwined in the many strands
Are my many horrible dreams.
Many were caught in the never-ending web.
Caught and never to escape
And enter my mind.
Tonight only sweet melodies are
Cast upon my unconciousness.
Holding these close these few
Enjoyable moments. Grasping and
Reaching out to hold on to something real...


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