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In a dream I travel to my eye

But beyond the colors and dilations, I cry

In the whole, geometry is at the center

And I gravitate towards the triangle like tweezers to a splinter

It illuminates brighter than the Sun, in darkness reality is undone

I know I can’t see past the gate, for dreaming casts the illusion of my fate

If only I could turn back the hands of time, but I know the hands are one

For time is but a rhyme, and its always “just begun” like the seed of life from the Sun

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