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The wall shatters
into a million rooms
in which we see a million dreams
Some on pause
some on canvas
Some from three steps left and 27 seconds into the future
Sum are parts of the whole
Some are parts of the hole
Some are [redacted]
Some are lifetimes as long as it takes to find the gems in the flaws
Some are the wildest special effects filled-blockbusters left over from the vivid imagination of being 15
Some are…
…just me being pressed
Some of them are voices; my voices…
…those that shaped mine; and maybe those to be shaped
Some are the stanzas that get lost by themselves
Each of these shards will cut wounds or make mosaic
This is… *yawn*
where I begin to sort the pieces