the voice that sings loudest,
is often found in the back,
                                            of my mind,
somewhere behind my pillow,
as I am weeping under a willow,
                                                       in some state called Dream.

Dream the state that was founded on free roaming,
                                                        ­    free water,
                                                          ­  free travel,
to and from Consciousness (another state, Con founded)
                                                        ­   free chills,
                                                         ­  free thrills,
                                                        ­    free falls,
                                                          ­  free to be,
                                                            f­ree or not
                                                            f­ree to be
                      (remove the last three frees)
Tumbling forward,
tumbling down,
surreal clown,
without makeup,
standing over me
with scissors and paper,
while cutting out
little dogs and little cats,
letting them rain
down on me,
down on me,

somebody wake me please,
I am allergic to,
paper.


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