The Lucid Dream
With groggy eyes my mind does swell,
and darkness succumbs to absurdity,
enter into my sprightly world,
where the priority is not sense, but purity.
Where noble fantasies mere fiction quash
the typecast protagonist is unfound,
manifestations of the id are awash
free from their catatonic bounds.
Boundless sprawl of truest originality
I could never want for more,
here imagination is gifted immortality
here, the raven quoth 'evermore'.
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Written on 2011-09-16 at 13:06
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