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Worlds

Flux
In silence

Places —
Near

And far
People

Their worlds
The dead

Sounds, all words
Images

The times
Futures

The past
In stillness

All rising
Passing

Inside —

Outside

Room
The window

Birds, on trees
Grass

Rain, the sky
Light

Then dark
Same place

Same people
Quiet

Dreaming
Sleeping

Awake
In worlds

Their own

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