Across Dreamscapes

Existing in minds
Too tired to dream
With words they are fed
With sounds they rest
The vultures circle overhead
Over fuzzy, dizzy, foggy heads
Which cannot determine where day ends
And where night begins
Where fires sizzle
And where water burns
Pictures of reality replace
Imagined past transgressions
Water, a mirage
Fire, an illusion
Dust, everywhere
Air, making images shimmer
Sleep, like a distant mountain
They walk towards
Yet never quite reach


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