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Subject: Exercising the Memory

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Shade

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Date Posted: 21:01:55 10/24/03 Fri

In the dream, I am standing in the midst of an endless field.
In every direction I look, the scenery is the same.
Fragments of the same whole.
Upon closer look, I see that the fragments are sewn together by a thin thread of reality.

I begin to walk, every step brings me across aeons.
Amoung the endless plains I being to see patterns, frozen in space.
Snipts of fragments of leftover parts of someone that I used to be.
Of lives lived beyond the scope of my thoughts.
Bordering on the insane.

Each fragment holds some part of my self that I had otherwise given to the void.
Better left unthought.
I speak to the people that I used to be. The anwsers all the same,in the end.

You where never there, so there for the impact is imagined and improbable.
The ripple was nothing more than a dream, within an endless plain.
Over the rise of the field, I see the possible.

No matter the aeons that I cross. Things seem just beyond my grasp.
The possible wrapped within the shroud of my lack of openness.
Things shift, the field becomes a maze. At the end. The door.
No matter the monsters that I encounter or
the demons that I have become to unlock it, I plod forward.

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i dig	fire yes	23:55:37 11/02/03 Sun

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