Saturday, June 9, 2012

strange dreams make for strange days.

wake up.

back to sleep.

wake up.

back to sleep.

hopping from dream to dream to dream.

within a dream.

talking to friends.

dancing with dead relatives.

yelling in a doorway.

all to wake up.

so we can go back to sleep.

to that other dream.

the sweet one.

the strangeness won't stop

as the insane sanity spreads, grows and overflows everything

with a golden madness.

a purifying pattern of perfection.

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