We wake in judgement.
Dream drains
down sheets,
drowned by rays.
The gravity of infinite
possibility subdues days.
Idle hours press us to legislate solitude
with the rigorous precedent of distraction.
Forever drawn.
Unable to sprint
or spread wings
to soar above.
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DreamS fall
across the sheets
We wake in judgement.
These two lines give off powerful imagery. It should lead.
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