It’s hard to find the line
where make-believe takes over
as reality is so nebulous
in its cloudiness and curiosity
when heartsong makes all else fade.
I overhear a girl at the coffee shop
manifesting her dream. It’s catchy.
If I had a lock, I would hand you my key.
It’s noisy now most of the time outside
but I live in a quiet space of thoughts
spinning like eddies on a stream
rushing after a storm. I think it’s real.
The Word Rummager 
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