Daydreaming Can Save You
Enough thought
on the monsters and saints
within me.
And it's time
And it's time to zone
And it's time to drift
to another plain
where
the
trees
sing to the birds
at
the
first
glimpse of morning
where hesitation is
lost
(Intuition
is
God)
where
internal conflict
is an artifact.
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