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Last night I dreamed we were a tribe of fossil children
Entombed in an ancient castle of soul
Bat blind under sheer black seas,
The next morning I awoke amidst the angels
Spinning fiercely on looms of light
Escaping death.



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Written on 2013-03-24 at 02:38

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Commentally Ill
last night i dreamed i was being sacrificed by a tribe of fossil children. shame on you kids!

c.i.
2013-03-25



Now that's some dream! I like this Blake-style mythology piece. Especially the 'looms of light' phrase.

William
2013-03-24