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Out of the sky bleeding with color, particles of sand were
Falling, fluttering like flower petals,
Alighting onto the cold fingertips of my outstretched hands
They were what everyone drifting far away had painted
Each image sways and flickers
Spilling over as it disappears
Someone placed it high up on a shelf I cannot reach
Someone placed it in this room before I knew it…
And that dream, drifting far into the distance,
As if I had picked it up in my own hands…
The wind dances, and everything feels so far away
When I turn around, it feels as if I’d seen this before
Even if everything else turns to dust, overcoming time
The dream I have yet to see sleeps in a broken box
I see someone in the mirror and as their shadow lengthens, for just a moment…
Through the sound of the rain, I hear words that I heard once long long ago…
“Dance high into the skies, even if you lose yourself to your own sacrifice”
I cry out, hearing that voice, far in the distance ringing and
Into the dark, blackly woven pit of hell
I leap forward and disappear in the spray
And… the words we exchange….
Shaking me and myself… carry such pain…
The wind dances, and everything feels so far away
When I turn around, it feels as if I’d seen this before
Even if everything else turns to dust, overcoming time
The dream I have yet to see sleeps in a broken box