i run screaming through your Dreamscape
with this fine spell of words
it's best to just not think at all
the pain of hunger, broken skin
just adds evidence compounding
with anguish deep of disbelief
these damned lies to fellow dreamers!
dementia from diseased non-dream
we say that pain does not exist
blank theory of the pessimist
community, conformity
these are blessed necessities
on this facing away from our star
i beg for words not ugly verse
of close minded ideology
hypnagogic Blending dictates
muse with us or Daydream alone
hallucinations to be shared
of waking they can't be compared
our existence based in this faith
then i chose to break Dream's strong hold
i question Reverie's true fold
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