Worlds Inside


Beneath the surface of a thousand dreams
A century sleeps without a hint of time
Whispering behind the lights,
Only sparks in the fateful resting place,
He sees more with his eyes sewn shut
Captured by the sea,
Its waves capsizing the clouds, spilling down
Seeping between the cracks in my window
Drowning the past in a puddle of fantasy

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