A Deep-Dreamer's Mirror

The moon rabbit is chasing a man on the moon                                                                    and all the while para trooping ideas come                                                                                                                Projected faces of stick figures, in the Conscious and unconscious,                                     concrete and abstract alacrity is paramount                                                                        Looking at the concretion of the whistling mimetolith but now concentration                                                                                           Are inkblots written in stone but randomizing a backwards Face on Mars                                                                                                                                           is the only hope, for the shield of Hopewell chia pets                                                                                                                                                                                 Why so astonied, was it the Old Man of the Mountain staring back                                               at the Grey Man of the Merrick                                                                                                          or could it be, Who drew the smiley on the crater of Mars                                                                                                                                                                           I stubbed my toe, after climbing a Monkey tree                                                                                                                                                                                      After this I see a hungering Jurist looking for food                                                                                                                                                                                         Guilty or innocent running in place while being chased,                                                               by an Elephant rock in the room,                                                                                                          then suddenly the crashing sound, of someone removing the wake of disguise,                                                                               while a clustering illusion sets its face against the stone

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