While the sound plays
All around us
Moving to an atmosphere
Some thoughts never leave
Picturing the pictures
Casting the line
Words with weight
Parts of the imagination
Around it goes
To the beginning
Back around
Through the middle
Along the line
Tip toeing the edge
Over the cliff
Repeat
Water in the hands
Mirrors divided
Different ways to see
Different ways to land
Shook up in visions
What is real
What is fiction
This old book
This old shelf
Filled with stories
Looking for clues
Hesitating to turn
The pages
Stuck together
Reminded
With a bookmark
Brushing off the cover
This story
Hazy Acres 
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