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Dreamcatcher

Fishgathering
inside Cauldron
of Reverie

Visions
some replay’d
in exact morsel
but briefly
at times
‘twixt months
e’en years

blown There
all Dreamers’ senses
in black and white
sometimes color

into feeling…

… Really There

till Sleep
thy breath
be lost

(Dreamcatcher craft by my neighbor, Etti)