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We have epiphanies
then forget them
before recognising
them as 'epiphanies'.
Gone dialogs-
flow one over the other
falling away
with little sighs
emeshed with subtleties
that speak truth
but rarely get noticed,
because we sleep
our dream of living-
while our
bitter sweet companions,
faithfully whisper
irretrievable secrets
in anticipation of
one brief moment-
when we are awake.

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