Drifting at the speed of sleep
Where the time is never when
Spellbound in a moving space
Transitorily back again
In a swirl of homegrown shapes
Curio’s not tracked or traced
Where destinations have no purpose
Like eyelid patterns interlaced
In the blanket warmth of dreaming
On Sunday mornings wide expanse
To the disconnected ringing bells
Simply found again by chance
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