a thousand more dreams will grow tonight

i can’t hear you
when you call
but i can call
when i hear you

i can say the words
but they only serve to reproduce
that which has already been created
by souls greater than i
who farm the here and now
to harvest some connection
to the beyond

in these cracks
in this bloody soil
that lies below the dirt
they grow the things
that will one day be immortal

we water our dreams
with wishes
and take the time
to repair them
when they break

because everything breaks
and everything falls apart
but each piece of glass
from the shattered remains
of our failure
becomes a seed
from which
a thousand more dreams will grow


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