night recollections
My dream is my testing ground
Folded in another dimension, emotions hidden unwind.
A possible future that I
call the past envelopes.
I am cloaked by the reality sitting next to
me, two years behind
swept ten years ahead.
An absent button starts
a game of forgotten warmth.
What is mine is not what it appears to be,
desert sprinkled with mistrust.
There is a longing,
I see through the door,
It loops.
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