the place I see is special;

a block of stone or wending path

built by many hands or feet.

 

and in my dream, I dream of this:

a vibration, scent or residue,

from pasts that are long lost.

 

till when I wake the dream takes shape,

wrought of violence, longing or regret:

the sum of much, so little left.  

 


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