By it dosent matter
Date: 2001 Jun 14
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[[2001.06.14.00.01.21383]]

windows

windows
as they open, close
reality fluctuates in evening breeze
of summer temps
winters freeze
so long ago
i remember
black, white, colors
assumed over everything
right, wrong
given, defined
ah but what is real
real is this feeling
held deep within
a conviction
a dream
of all that i perceive
transmutable
beyond
imagine
by simply
placing myself
here
in the realm
of what you believe