The Dreaming of Worlds
the dreaming of worlds in sympathy
carefully waltzing across the blackness
believing they rule the empty desolation
mapping the turnings and retrogrades
the warnings of lightning in crimson skies
and the accompanying sense of disaster
in the distance forms a fearful silhouette
the evil that at all costs must be avoided
but your legs feel weighted as with stones
and the darkness closes in from all around
changing to the shimmering of the stars
a loud voice asks for another two cents
for the ferris wheel in the sky if you dare
then from a light another voice was saying
time now to get up it's a beautiful morning
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