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What Dreams May Come
To walk in dreams upon this vale of illusion. Each footstep of your being crossing the labyrinth of a shy but guilty soul. Sleep can be your witness As Galaxies collide creating life for we all belong to infinity. That place beyond our imagination where the darkness hides a beauty not meant for human eyes. Reality is the myth for you now walk with gods. This world is a reflection of you where water and mirror are one. The shimmer of a distorted face lies on the see saw of humanity. The light you inherit the darkness you manufacture. But in death at least your priest will lie for you. Life is but a feather It glides through the winds of time. Sometimes rising to your endeavour more often it is a passenger falling on a broken wing. But no matter your feather is immortal. For it caresses the meanings of such wonderful things and you beat the odds to be you. Morning brings a pencilled rubber the mind will leave this page. and somewhere in the universe another being will dream, of things beyond this human race.
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