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The somber form of a body in repose

Eyes darting back and forth under heavy lids

The night returns again tranquil as ever

beneath the blanket of the star clad firmament.

There the subconscious takes control

safeguarding all that's obscure

While twisting streams of consciousness to bewilderment

A pit fall into a web of dreams

Encountering faces familiar yet unknown

Without promise of safe passage or return

Beauty beyond words or comprehension

envelops the senses of the dreamer

in stark contrast to the horrors awaiting

those who shun what dreams dare expose.

Any lessons gleaned and what stories they might tell

remain a mystery

taken to many a grave

Desiring to breach the mental confines

and bear witness to what lies behind its veil and to curtail

the agony of the unknown - for what makes a dream one of bliss

and what supposed curse brings forth the terror?

Perhaps a message from within - unreachable to the masses?

O, dream walkers, blessed are thee

to possess oneirokinesis

Remain shackled to your ignorance if you wish

Any hope to ascertain the truth requires you confront the dreaming mind

another cycle passes leaving impressions of ambiguity

Symbolism through abstraction forgotten with the breaking of day

nothing to glean

nothing to learn

something to ponder

manifesting as

a deeper descent

a showcase of turmoil

lost in thought

never to awaken again

Where can the line be drawn

between death and dreams?