I have clung to the corners of my dreams

As if they were real places.

I have travelled to realms within

That have dwarfed even ancient faces.

I’ve come to realize,

It’s not the thing

But the emotional impact to which we cling.

And dreams have been my passport

My companion and my transport

Long before I ever saw the metal wing.

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