These parcels
From the heart
Transcend embodiment
The voice of reason
They are mirages
Beyond place and time
Inverted reflections
Of faculty
For which no
Impartial translations exist
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In the depths
Of my unconscious mind
Darkness knows no precinct
But nightmares do not disparage
They are a lustrative inkstone
Mitigating horror
Through expression
Ambrosia for the muse
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I would stray indefinitely
In these metanoic visions
Creating maelstroms
From subterfuge
A brilliant oasis
The thrill of exotic idols
In my dreams I can be anyone
Unbound by convention
For once, a paragon of beauty
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