Falling deeper into reverie
I get a glimpse of it yet
A summer breeze stirs
Across the lawn
Recursively
Just as vision returns and
A cloud whispers overhead
Poems within poems
In the things
A great poet never said
Human nature is the container
Our experience flows
Into continuously
All the signals received
That were never sent
The ghost in the machine
That keeps us busy guessing at
Whatever might have been meant
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