Line by Row and Row by Line

Running diatribe falling through my fingers

Whispering fancy and shouting dreams

Impossible made possible inplausible

Echoing through the still eyes of the Unseen

Stretch this wonder as far as it can go

Through the briar of thorns and judgements

Row after row marches forward past perfection

Tips of tongue and breaths of wishes as it goes

Round the rumination of worlds past time

Line by row and row by line

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