As you close your eyes,
images and symbols,
come alive on the subconscious screen.
Thoughts and things collide in the dream stream.

But alas my heart takes me back.
To a place that’s dismal and black.
Shrouded in cowardice,
exposed to prying eyes.

What awaits the dreamer,
whom dreams these dreams?
It’s up to the vessel,
who lies fast asleep.

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