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Apr 2012
You come to me at nap time
And show me worlds no one but me knows about
beautiful and strange
they break the bands of space and time
and slip between the twilight
of my mind
ghostly mirage lake of
beauty that I want to catch
but never can
like catching a single strand
between arthritic thumbs
I ache to spin your gold
Before the world
And show them
What my mind’s eye sees
Andrew Siegel
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Andrew Siegel
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