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The Invisible

The invisible slept
away on the moons far side
with pulse in time.
Seeds blown in
out of the cosmos
to an awareness
a set of moon cycles.
Then the invisible turns away
from sleeping to a
pulse beyond ones sense of time
unraveling practical moon.
For the visible is with
the jugglers dream.
And the cosmos of practically
dreamed eternally.


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The Invisible