Some dreams disappear

Some dreams grow in volume

The liters and pints collected

The drifting of the weather

The damage to the brain cells

The lifting of the weather

The collections of broken pieces

All along we collect

All along we dream

All along we sing

All along we ride

Coming down the turnpike

The semis barrel on

The snow flies out like slushy diamonds

All the dreams are collected

We walk into it with eyes open

All are collected and all are in dreams

We wander and wander and wander, and plant

We come to the fall in rising harvests

We dream of the day to move again

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