Dreams mirror
The door; now shut, welkin turns some lights on; others out
An open window lets in all the sounds that night's shout
Tucked in a quiet place; I find myself the most at home
Sucked into a coma; my feet blistering while they roam
Inside dreams mirror; lives a place where sanities cloned
This is where my tortured, troubles, edges are finely honed
It's in this bliss that my perceptions are never nearer
To bring about what makes coarser intuitions clearer
Wiping away the morning fog, I gently touched sincere
Waking to be loving; is why my heart beats persevere
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