Something extends along tonight's horizon
as images bloom down a musing meadow
and shape this dream I have chosen.
They cling to me as I breathe, these frozen
memories gleaming and glossing like snow
as I extend along tonight's horizon,
clear memories that fall and settle into a sudden
slumber and instantly burrow,
shaping this dream I have chosen.
These countless recollections cultivate as swollen,
swinging visions of fancy that billow
and extend along tonight's horizon
as I search this sleep for fusion,
for each sense, exulted on my mind's plateau,
shaping this dream I have chosen.
In those moments before thoughts begin to broaden
and my eyes absorb the matted darkness, I feel my cell-brain grow
as something extends along tonight's horizon
and shapes this dream I have chosen.
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