the fourth experienceA Poem by MarcoftheBeast
sleep is not essential...
it's another method of escape... another way to fantasy land... full blown dreams are made of fine silver lines sun out of old silver grey hair... weaved by your brainwaves... part of your ideas... a peak into the future but host to confusion and despair... sleep is an escape and a lure of frustration... a cloud over your head... a shoe that never fits... rocks and stones that you can eat... but a place where you cannot stay forever... not essential... not perfect... not enough...
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