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Don't push the button
on your dreams to much,
as such, it might just
be a little sticky, sometimes.

it not about the future thing
happening as one controls it
but more to do for the hope
of the thing, reinforce the faith.

or being that one, is steadfast
so nothing can breath in the
falseness of hope, then the
dream crumbles in the past.

bring the mask of faith out
wear it, and wink with glee

at those whose fingernails
are filled with soil,

dismiss the soothsayers who
throw water onto your red hot coals
steam rising then, then, tears
run down cheeks, and to the streets.

hope, is hope, is something
that is not in a glass, or bottle
on grocery shelf, or in a bar
sucking vodka, and seven

hope is hope, is nothing
that is everywhere, then
turns false for your expectations
measured the exactness of the scene.

hope, is hope, is everything
that falsely owns your dream of
the time, your hurt your pinkie
at grade school, and now wish, and wish.

hope, is hope, is burning
deep in places where mirrors and smoke
lie to all the traders, and raiders
hope is not the bearer of lies.

hope, is hope, is meaning
lost in false expectations that
are fat and break the chairs,
hope is there, just not false.

hope, is hope, is always
where we put it, when hiding
in our control and what we think it
is, it is not false, but the thing.

hope, is hope, is hoping
mechanically, voicing the now
the present, the space around
for a outcome of nature accepted.

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