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Ancient vanishing futures sutured fates that cross makeshift waiting in the ephemeral found what's settled in a tarots pull crossroads to scare crows circling crowds a ghostly echoes pathos wound celestial crescendos etched in a deeper still fabric to cosmos not more closer to the creator than any so proud so sure of themself head in the clouds maybe just take but a second quiet down get lost in the minute can you see your moment lives forever here now it's neither here nor there no in between not a dreamer or a dream foot prints covering sand castles washing away under silhouetted trees in a breeze is what it is not what we wish it could be close your eyes and see for yourself looking at yourself at your shelf at your shell.