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Spreading the tarot on the horizon

The dreams are becoming more intense. They are the centrifuge of us, the essence of this infinite glow.  

The swim was long and strenuous. I failed and died many time before reaching the shore of the island of my dreams. I relish the sand and the earth, the grass and the trees. I run across rocks and pray in the rain. I dig gems and gold and breathe perfumes too rare to jail in bottles. I just breathe into present tense. I rest.

The ocean and the sky are pulling me in different directions but I am not ready yet.

I have no more strength to swim and I am not filled enough from the island before jumping from cloud to clouds while the storm growl behind my shoulder.

Desires are strong as the dreams are swirling in the eye of the storm.

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