Travelling

What ever happened here
must have happened while in sleep

A dream fragment slowly travelling
on dissipating currents

Sounds that were revealed,
(hear them) re-deform their static

Clear impressions suddenly flap
their beautiful wings
like ghosts of thought

Soon it'll all be forgotten, and gone

Prove of your existence
will no longer be needed
neither missed

But what I always wonder, is,
that nibbling voice inside
your ever inquiring mind,

what would have happened if you knew,
that when the dial broke,
it was Time, you watched run out


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