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it's not so much the dream
but the remembrance
obscured edges
suspended shadowy corners
color filled horizons
forever skies without parallel

the observer observes unnoticed
with a determined walk participating
unaware and unfolding as it occurs
a bounty of events gather in unison
playing their turn in life's pleasure

strange people passing
emerging as important
in a life changing moment

the door knocks
the telephone rings
the dog barks
someone calls out your name
distraction yields
torn from the dream
it ends abruptly
the one of so many to come