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Asleep

If all the world we see
is limited to human sense
and we must always move, to be
outside the present tense;
as if in vortices
forever spiraling around
until we are the eye within,
the stillness of the ground;
so like a world asleep, to seem
awakened from the deepest dream.

     

Copyright 2011 by Roy K. Austin