miniscule metaphor

miniscule metaphor

the invisible oar
of a metaphor

stirring the air
like the slightest hair
as the subtle gust
of a floating mote of dust

if this a dream
that our eyes stream
and the knowledge of the dream
but an echo of the passing gleam

may it flicker passingly on the wall
that nothingness has placed over all

 

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