what i see through rose-tinted glasses

the other world

the one that dovetails with the one more readily known

the one that never touches down

or holds me down

and holds dreams

the one that can only glow soft

and speak quietly

and dance there at the edge of the calculated world

held smooth in my hand

concerned only with my breath as it wings inward

and out again

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