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The reality of dreams Kaden Sinclair 2002

Come away and wander, all things ponder
beholden and unreal
darkness deign forsooth will feign
before all nightmares, kneel

Come away and weep in slumber deep
the tears of ages keeping
for all things lost, mind's holocaust
your rest is calmly reaping

And sleep away to end each day
awake and unaware
all time will reign, by slumber's seine
materiality does tear

Real, unreal and without keel
to guide you on your way
dreams, you deem, are what they seem
and worth the price you'll pay

No cessation of rumination
the eon captured hour
elation creation, self desecration
futile paradox of power