They are invisible
but we sense when they are close.
They want to help us.
The speak softly.
They murmur, trying not startle us,
trying not to wake us
late at night.
Their words are often hard to recall.
If we remember anything,
it is all quite fragmentary, elusive,
intangible.
We long to know the secret
they whisper to us in our dreams;
that secret that we seemingly keep
even from ourselves.
That one thing
that will ultimately
set us free.
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