Have you ever felt Like when the clock strikes and time yawns shifting shadows on ice behind glass, it cries but you do not know the words, the infinite echoes of words unspoken shimmer, shimmer, an illusion, notions unfurl like petals in autumn falling at the feet of specters unrecognizable they ask who are we, and you, reflection, break they fracture they ask again once, never, tomorrow yesterday whispers escape a soft cascade, a story without an end discreet confession swallowed belated applause for poems beneath paper skin who linger, inhale at the edge of a whisper return to - in corners of memory leans (the ghost) ah, but what of the implication, href undefined_dream.html