Fat King Thinking
I dreamed of dancing on shards of glass
Then sweeping the mess into a crevasse
I dreamed of a mannequin acting alive
Knowing it yearned to survive and thrive
I dreamed of tying a knot with red string
While watching a hideously fat king thinking
I dreamed of hearing a low-pitched hum
While a lonely hitch hiker stretched out his thumb
It's strange how you just "know" things in a dream
The reasons, the background, the people, the theme
It's odd how you forget, then completely recall
An entire dream from a detail so small
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