(?:H:?|26.6.08:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter
Traveling through space is as easy as its seams.
Needling the fabric as to needing to see its dreams.
The colors of the wind
have been knocked out of me
by a forceful blow to the temple;
yet as I am reeling from such,
the stars I am seeing show
hidden potentials.
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