A dream that sings and fills you consciousness.
The dream is a reality but it could be so much more. It will.
Filling time and space with no complaint.
Sucking words dry,
Nuliffying thoughts to mere stupidness
But isn;t it still beautiful that it is so mindless because it isn't.
Every reason for life and light and agitation.
No. Not agitation but some sort of active feeling like living.
Living on the edge... reason or reality.
Reality as a fantasy or could or should be.
Maddening rush of blinding energy that sucks your soul.
Constant beating.
Beauty.
No dream.
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