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The fog of dreams uncoalesced

I wont be satisfied till I have reached my dream that won’t quite coalesce

Not at ease till the unfathomable is reached.

You want a legacy,

I say you live a legacy, yet by your means it cant be defined.

Together our appetites are unquenchable indeterminate indistinguishables, our singular paths merging in our heart of dreams habituated.

We love our undefinables as try we do to catch clouds in our hands, measure love with our eyes, and try breathing outside of our own bubbles.

As long as I float with you tethered blind in our spa of comforting mystery side by side,

Why we find ourselves bound together, heart to heart pursuing intangibles eerily happy in this never ending miasma moving somewhere to no place at all?

There’s one who thinks they know and that’s their own unsolvable, curling, whirling, compassing their flaying logic back to infinite vagaries,

Whereas we swim as ecstatic taddies in the petri dish we know as our dream.

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