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Inception: A Dream Within a Dream

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Smoke

What is it about you

that draws me near?
Is it your half-closed eyes,
or your juvenile grins?

What feeling must I recognize
to know this is real?
Shall I love, care, hurt or fear?

What is it with my thoughts
that often carries you?
willing my eyes to close
so I might capture your face.
what power do you have over me
that the gust I feel is entwined
with your fingertips?

Soft caresses…fleeting kisses,
Everything is hushed and
my body comes alive.

I remember it all too well.
If I could only overlook these torments,
so my stranded person should recover
I would do so in a heartbeat.

But this heart,
fragile and cynical, have already
fallen victim to your tempest.

You are like smoke
beautiful, intense, but transient.
Slowly, surely vanishing as quickly as the flames ignited.
And if I dare to stroke or embrace it, it escapes.
And my empty hands shall seize the anguish from my soul.

You are my beautiful disaster.

Surely it is tragic, I scoff at the memory
when it all felt so light and giddy
but when my heart begins to hum a different tune,
the barriers, once more, take their spot.
And should I wish this wasn’t so?
I doubt…
For it’s the only way
this old, trampled heart can keep on beating.

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