In dreams
at the outer rim
my mind
I seek inner truth
in the hall of memories
here my consciousness
drifts in, then out
reality mixed, re-mixed
birth, re-birth
ideas, form, formless
the id, the ego
check
checkmate
here in this place
I write, read
words hidden
from the sun
I return each night
sit in the great hall
my mind
listening to silent echoes.........
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