I have crossed the threshold of distant dream,
And stopped the clock on the wall.
A moment eternal of ethereal light and beem,
I sense a wonder and awe.
Lint from my pocket I hold before me,
There a universe within my hand.
As I move softly beyond in motionless ease,
Into a bright star-filled land.
Bathed in glow I feel myself quite strange,
Traversing across the pages of time.
From a moment deep in thought I awake,
And watch the clock hand wind.
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