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Between coma and consciousnessno hard and fast line,no chances to vote on the motioning eye...A mystical vision or a fall from grace,the chase in slow motionthrough alien space?I don't know what to make of the dream-time:
It seems as though I'm me,but I'm now more than everhappening inside myself - I don't knowwhether I need anything else.
Stored information or secretive clue,so much will fit the design....
One field of life when free willwon't cut through:
The dream and the unconscious eye,in real time.
We stand between wakingand the breakness of sleep -the unconscious ocean,still waters run deep.
We lay down all logic,all sense of control, suspend disbeliefin the window of souls.I don't know what to make of the dream-time:
It seems as though I'm me,
But I'm now more than everhappening only in thought -I don't know whetherany sense is caught.
Stored information or secretive clue,so much will fit the design....
One field of life where free willwon't cut through:
The dream disappears in the light.
In the laboratory they're waking him up:
The dreams on the lipsbut they swash the cup.A psycho-experiment, and there is no doubt -
The dream's an experience
I go crazy without....I don't know what to make of the dream-time:
It seems as though I'm me,but I'm now more than everhappening inside my head...is this forever with the Ego dead?
Stored information or secretive clue,so much will fit the design....
One field of life where free willwon't cut through:
The dream and the unconscious eyein real timeit's now more than ever.
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