Dim Light and Dreaming

I see all in dim light and dreaming lately. Looking for a place I left behind. A home in the Dakotas, a home that’s hardly such. A place of temporary taste , as always, another in my transient tapestry of always onward under a false flag of duty anf prize. I’m held together by unsettled breaths and reflection; and in reflection of strides assumed in the right direction I’m finding myself short on time, or perceived as such, in part, in strung out times I’m strung along on caffeine and another dream of leaving. A bigger dream this time, a bigger feeling. For something here will be left behind, and the driven life that most admire will burn for preservation.

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