DreamingA Poem by S. G. Webb
The irrelevant time
in which fiction possesses reality where eyes are shut yet the rhythmic beat proceeds and the weighted shadow of eternity presses bones to the soul forcing us to believe it never ends.
© 2011 S. G. WebbReviews
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