MILLIONS OF DREAMS
I caught the image running a horizon of
gold : spaced and swift, forging ahead,
a vast alliance of angular thought.
This, this is was. All in one place, the
light-blinded rabble in a hundred
different tongues, all speaking, all
seeking, the very same things.
gold : spaced and swift, forging ahead,
a vast alliance of angular thought.
This, this is was. All in one place, the
light-blinded rabble in a hundred
different tongues, all speaking, all
seeking, the very same things.
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