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in the stoney wonders of our dreams
where shapes are fabricated along life's little stream
rhombitic and geometrical indicators to the stars
architecturally brilliant and crossing the mind's bars
down genetic geromes we wander eternally
constantly juggling the letters of our ancestors with more hope
and moving the goalposts of the machines towards the slope
that eventually we will all fall down
and it's only in the ending that we fully see the gameplan
and then it's too late we have had our chance
only to return again to the eternal dance
we embrace too close it's hard to see
and then we only end up drunk and dizzy
to free our chains we must look up for hope
it's only then we can ever begin to cope
Georges

I like this one a lot, Georges, and even moreso because I love my dreams.

Our dreams are the pathway to the source, Liz................
very few drink the waters of the spring
Georges

i really love the way your words flow
another great poem.
ever thought about publishing your poems?

Greta, i doubt if anyone would be intrested...........
however, i will keep writing, if only for my own amusement
Best Regards.............Georges