Hazy Acres

Flashes still 

Odd dreams

Able to find the reason 

No matter 

Part of it

Rolling through some types of thunder

Passing by as if to say 

Nothing 

Just a moment in time 

Like the others

Before 

And the ones that will come 

Again 

After this time 

Choosing to walk the lines 

Further away 

At times

No center 

These different faces 

Popping up 

Capable of carrying them 

However long it takes 

Patience to build 

Where it once was

Letting it design itself 

With small touches 

A few tweaks 

Here or there 

New shades of color 

New foundations 

With Borders 

So they know before they enter 

This is not a home 

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