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When all feels lost,
Just between the break of morning light and the darkness of deafened sound,
There is a place you can go where dreams end in standing ovations. Where your near breath seems to float above your thoughts and the pain of standard dissipates from the roaring thunderous vibrations of an awaiting crowd.
Where even now the dish and my best spoon are playing hide & seek just behind the moon.
An escape that turns the severed wounds dripping of cherry blood into rouge and the tears that never fell into glittering hope.
A place where time dusted aspiration can become sequined feathered truth of enlightened freedom.
