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The seam

With a cup of the usual morning brew

The greyish blue morning haze
wetting the leaves gently with dew;
I listen to the rhythmic jazz
with a cup of the usual morning brew.
 
A feeling intense yet still untranslated
puzzling my mind with memories faded.
Why this desire to know and understand?
The pieces come together as they land,
either gently as a feather falling,
hurriedly like a crab crawling
or even abruptly like a meteor calling...
 
One by one I study them.
Each as a window into another dream.
With all of them the same question stands:
what will be the seam?

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