Clutching at mists as you shake away the sheets.
How long has it been like this?
How long were you asleep?
What was the dream?
A theater, a road, a leg.
Just trading one beauty for another.
After all, when was the last time you heard rain?
Saw lightning?
I traded dreams for spectacles at dawn.
Besides, the best dreams don't die in morning.
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