An image, caressed in the desolate near.
A seed installed, the first of conception.
Ideas pushed up, no longer in austere.
Each altered, no two the same reception.
Unwinding into imagination
Falling into an inconsistent state.
Thoughts and ideas composing formation
Soon interrupted, to clean the slate.
Slowly coming to a sudden ending
As the sun catches up, now, behind moon.
Imagery of the mind, soon blending
Reality seen, the image, now strewn.
So alluring of thee when occurring.
The idea of an ending dream deferring.
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