A/N: Written for the Snakes and Ladders in Wonderland Challenge. The square I landed on this time was "poetry novel".
the net we call life's dreams
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Life was, in the end, but a dream:
a complex mix of threads that could be
tied together, and then undone
and rewoven into new patterns, new cords
and the net that slowly formed under them
was a mix of all of those possibilities
And in that realm there was no such thing
as the impossible.
The dead were not necessarily dead
and gone; the living weren't always
what they seemed.
Many a thing walked upon those snow-covered
roads: during the day, and at night –
a path carved by many memories
both made and most:
The feelings of the heart
searching for the truth
of that dream.