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What Time Can't Buy


Hallowed

are the dreamers

that sit

along the rails

To watch the trains

go rolling by

for places

left unveiled

 

Hallowed

the anointed

unpunched

their tickets clean

To see through eyes

that time can’t buy

true islands

— in the stream

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025) 

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