World of Dreams
I'm living in a world of dreams, but this I know.
Red numbered doors and window sills...
Dust busters and mail boxes...
...Imaginary things, dreaming things.
This I know.
A frightening thought,
Of what lay awake beneath those sheets of concrete and glass;
A virgin forest in the late summer sun.
A million birds. You've never seen so many birds.
Where mankind sleeps in the cold.
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