what are we but floating fragments
of a distant howl
shot out across the spatial
tearing through the temporal
like beautiful children
with desolate dreams
trampling on a path of precious stones
wolf dreams pass like flying
wisps of shooting stars caught
in the periphery
i might just catch them
some day
when the breeze pushes me
just a little bit further
past the threshold of transcendence
where rhapsody lies
i'm tripping over wolf dreams
pawing at my mind
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