SLEEP

On some distant land,

In the cave of dreams,

The sand man sips at consciousness,

As he plots and schemes,

As the smoke rises,

He dances around the fire,

Sending sublime messages,

Higher and higher,

He twists this reality,

Until nothing makes sense,

Riddles to solve,

With hidden significance,

And while we all dream,

Anything is possible,

As the sand man weaves,

A tailor made parable.

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