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The Bewilderment of This Waking Dream; God Where Are You?
I dream but can't sleep.
I sleep but can't wake.
Walking in now but past is one future.
The present is ever and ever is to long.
Now, here, nowhere, where?
Past I hold to memory of wasted nights are days and days are nights.
Waneing, waxing, gibious, to full was the sun to empty was the moon.
Blind and puleged with forgetfulness, to faded that Jade is now the only color.
I wish there was a saverour that wasn't dead or also jaded.
Self is left to discern its own revalation.
aware of only the tail that it's beasts hail to catch.
Round and round all over and round, and back to the end or the beginning.
I dearm but can't sleep.....
© Gnar dawgin till strange is looking for strange.
I sleep but can't wake.
Walking in now but past is one future.
The present is ever and ever is to long.
Now, here, nowhere, where?
Past I hold to memory of wasted nights are days and days are nights.
Waneing, waxing, gibious, to full was the sun to empty was the moon.
Blind and puleged with forgetfulness, to faded that Jade is now the only color.
I wish there was a saverour that wasn't dead or also jaded.
Self is left to discern its own revalation.
aware of only the tail that it's beasts hail to catch.
Round and round all over and round, and back to the end or the beginning.
I dearm but can't sleep.....
© Gnar dawgin till strange is looking for strange.
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