When I dream I am but thought.
Peripherals melt to naught
I journey away
The sun's familiar alone to limit my stay
To hope, to wake
In that world all men must die
But while I dream
The universe but an itch behind closed eye
I dream with no eyes
No feet to hold me down
No hands to hold me back
I am my thoughts alone with gills
Swimming through the slumber
Breathing known things unremembered
To wake again to breathless light
The dreamt dream but a moonlight tan
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