Many mysteries/ poems from January 2020
January 2020

Many dreams and nightmares as well
do ebb/ they flow
Some day you shall stop in your tracks to become death
and equate that which is false to that which you know

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Love is famous for its forgetfulness
Or even it’s strange way of saying goodbye.
I'll search you ever through the clouds, the mists the never ending skies. 

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Dreams are more faithful than reality
Perhaps more than favorite friends
I think you can see where we are going with this-
I shall love thee to the end.

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Your dreams do ebb and flow
For your wanderings the universe doth know
Secrets are hid from human to humans
Your polite heresies are made mention to the eternal, invisible grid.

Children play not looking over their shoulder
You walk alone in multiple trepidations as you might be stopped
And touched by by a team of nasty, uniformed soldiers;
We are sorry for you