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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