The make of miracles

From the dusty real
I invade a dreamer's room
A cone of dancing specks
Cast on untuned piano keys

Born of liquid crystals
I can be anything I want
Yet bound to a station clock
Cast on lonely trainsides

Revert to my ionform
I am no longer a myth
Still the revenants gaze as I'm
Cast on velvet arctic skies

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