Down along the tracks, where perception is right or wrong-sided,
the world is made of lines so thin they could be imaginary, whole dimensions
in the mind like fairytales, like the wishes we learn to live for.
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01 Saturday Apr 2023
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If wishes were dishes
and lines were wines
the world would be a…
…drunken kitchen?
Great to see your words, my friend.
Hope you are well.
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And fwiw, I’ve long thought of lines as pretty much all imaginary….
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Ha! Great poem…I’ve been drunk in many a kitchen.
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