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where do a good man’s dreams go? *they leech, from brain to fingertips, they fall & rise slow to the toes, no, not gravity, but the weightlessness of good dreams, up and down, lets them invade our extremities, so the migration is a transformation, from dream to possible, from ephemeral, to hardened becoming, to a realized* dream retold, nay, foretold, in deed, indeed,   always, better!
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Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 5:28 PM UTC
where do a good man’s dreams go?
where do a good man’s dreams go? *they leech, from brain to fingertips, they fall & rise slow to the toes, no, not gravity, but the weightlessness of good dreams, up and down, lets them invade our extremities, so the migration is a transformation, from dream to possible, from ephemeral, to hardened becoming, to a realized* dream retold, nay, foretold, in deed, indeed,   always, better!
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Jun 22, 2023
Jun 22, 2023 at 5:28 PM UTC
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