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Dreams Meet With Logic Where the fog meets the blue sky; where the halo of light blends with darkness; where the desert turns into the forest; when the child grows into adulthood; where the black oil blends with the sea; when sound--it can fade out forever-- but there'll be the conceptual place, where music turns into silence. It is not concrete, like where the road meeds the edge of the sidewalk; the tick of the clock at precisely an hour; the corner of two walls and a ceiling the end of a nail or the tip of a hair; the border between the two countries. Even those we can't truly define The exact, mass of a dot; width of a line; length of a ray; size of infinity. (September, 2002)
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