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who's
been sleeping in my bed?
listening
in the shadows
for all
this sun has said
it shines
without witness
no life
signs required
idea of
creation makes all other ended
the dreamer has learned it all by heart
and
constantly
slipping off for a wander
I'm
looking out into the woods
in
the snow
I
see prints
to follow
and
I see as far as the eye can go
into
the mountains
that
brush with the sky
into
the ice
and
past the horizon
from
the windows of a bus
and
then
no
bus
no window
dawn, old
friend, we have been here before
I will
always find a way as long as I've this home
the
namelessless is a beginning
and
there's forgetting at the end
come
into the forest
you
dreamt before time
come
a little further on
you know I can't know here
idea of
creation makes all other ended
we're
making it up as we go
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