breaking quiet

In my unknowing awake, and in my unknowing asleep,

I think I may be a victim of forgetfulness.

Then I remember a dream dying

Is like light refracted,

Scattering colors of time and place.

And I marvel at my ignorance.

And I smile at my disgrace.

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