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REM-ing, stop, Beta waves In my mind when I close my eyes Certain wonder dances in limbo Clothed in fear, wonder and rage Crimson flowers bloom in the daytime Saffron nights, blind fireflies Raindrops streak my blurred, cloudy vision As I dwell here, quoting the sage Pretty words painting copper collage Midas gold tough, tainted with lies Saccharin weather creeps overhead as Hueless charcoal colors the mage Now I return from such curried exposure Drawing away from where oblivion lies Lids flutter open, I seldom remember I am the Master of Rennissance Age
