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Jul 2018
I closed my eyes,
And it was suddenly clear.
The Grand Precipice,
On the Edge of the Horizon Near-
As I escaped into
The “Outer Space.”

So far from here,
To somewhere in-between,
And when I returned
I gasped for air
To catch my breath as
It had left.

I watched it all
Come to be,
As it unfolded
Before me
In a series of images
That were all but
Erased upon waking
As if mirages.
Still present,
Yet unclear-
Only to disappear once near.

I felt complete
In this colorful picture show
As it surreally unfolded
Like paper snowflakes
Falling from “Nowhere,”
Unraveling
Through mid-air.

I held on…
If only in a dream.
Jen
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Jen  40/F/A Dream
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