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The Mind Without Its Seams by Lelia Thomas

What have I seen
Coming from this trance of dreams?
These Elysian thoughts of the mind,
The ones by day kept so cruelly confined.
Do I imprison them with my stress
To where they come a little less?

If so, may I set them free
To take delight in their jubilee;
For these are the dreams that shape tomorrow
And wash away the old grudges and sorrow;
For this is the mirror to one’s life—
The reflection, the same, lacking the strife.

These are the dreams of snow-capped mountains
And waterfalls that bubble like Youth’s fountains,
And this is the place where the mind and heart fuses,
A place that molds the undying muses.
Here is the mind without its seams,
For it is the gilded realm of one’s dreams.

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This piece of poetry, originally written in 2001, is most likely the second poem I ever wrote. It has seen three revisions, ultimately resulting in what is seen above. It definitely lacks some of the ability I have today, now in 2005, but it wasn’t bad for a start.