it's not a dream on a cliff path standing tall & tense the slip of gravel its pinging fall to that darkness out of sight to all except closed eyes why am i here? like all dreams it's just an arrival, walking through a loophole I never remember like all dreams here is not a time nor a place it's a liminal conjuring, a feeling found in pictures but it's not a dream
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Out of the Cave 
This is very eerie.
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Eerie. That’s a good word for my state of mind. Thank you. You wrote my whole poem in one word. 😀 😉
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😂
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be careful of walking through those loopholes: you never know where you’ll end up: Narnia or Fantastica ……
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Argh! You’re scaring me! You know how attached I am to this dimension! 😉🙃
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sorry 🙂 loopholes fascinate me too 🙂
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‘Liminal conjuring’ – I like that! Intriguing poem…
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Thank you. 🙂
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Made me feel like I had accidentally wandered into Lennon’s 9 dream. A bit of fun.🙂
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bowakawa pousse pousse?
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That’s the one!
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Never heard of it. 😉
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😂
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Know the feeling. Having very strange dreams too.
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