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THE DREAMS AND DEMONS OF ALL SENTIMENT

There is a room
Big and empty
With a record player
This is before
Vinyl was hip again
That could be
Just yesterday playing
As time reveals
In its own time
The years flown
Along with certainty
And all else
Especially security
Never quite grasped
As if what was
Was by design
And what is
Is by accident
What precisely then 
Has been learned

Posted 08/08/15
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