Dreams
Oh sleep,ye silent
stealing of all conscious
that slips thru our minds
to capture dreams
to bring forth inconsistencies
a blur of schemes
that my wakeful mind
has no thought of
oh!ye steal our rest
and plunge our deepest
thoughts into mind
alternating images
to take our sleep
and leave us as tho
we have run a marathon
ye rambling,rumbling,tumbling
bits of logic
where nothing exist.....
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