Blank slate

Do you dream as we do,
shaking the dry leaves
of the future and past
to catch the memories
that fall like crashing
comets robbed of a home
among the infinite stars
spread thick in imagination?

Is your universe crowded
with swiftly shifting images
of the day, or is your canvas
a pristine mirrored lake
nestled high up a mountain,
its surface so convincing
that only a passing breeze
can claim to know truth?



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