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Dream-talker, you're a sleepwalker, a wanderer of words, a vestibule of verse, a keeper of myths and with this notion, you wake, aware now of time, dancing, the way the day's always set in forward motion

for #mastoprompt

Stone walls, crumbling;

the past, tumbling

into the present,

and with these hands,

we rebuild the future

together

for #mastoprompt

Notice every nook - every word inside the book

Pay attention to the way the fractals melt against the ice of day

Take thought in the way we write each word in each poem, then wonder at the world, again

The fastidious writer worries on what to put in and what to leave out, then lets the poem fade away

for #mastoprompt

Our poems drip lunar, tangled in a sea of stars; letter parachutes

for Algot

Just knowing, is never enough

We're bending in this world on angle and refraction

It's what we do with what we know

that gets us through when times turn tough

for #mastoprompt

Dragonflies dance in the sacred place where deep space begins

Watch them falling in a tailspin, riding waves on a calming wind

A pause in the day, a moment unfolding, a chorus in which we sing

for #mastoprompt

Here's a toast to hoping this crazy world's always wide open with possibilities,

that every positive word spoken becomes a token for rebuilding the broken into peace

for #mastoprompt

Along the wooden fence where flowers meet vine

one blooming plant entwined by another

A suffocating dance slowly unfolding in time

for #mastoprompt

A pen ruptures in ink

I think a poem is being born

for #mastoprompt

As I'm listening in on the words of their speech

I'm rarely convinced that what

we want or what we need is ever within reach

for #mastoprompt