in subconscious rest we venture unfound parallels shattered glass… unlocked knowledge fueled by quicksand inner hell to spark the key to sing the secret leak in their conspiracy “don’t dwell upon it deeply, don’t concentrate at all you’ll break the spell you’ll crack the mirrors and hear the cry of one million minds fall” sheepwalkers rescue those too awake to understand but who will stop the feet from falling and who will stop the flies from buzzing not one will raise a willing hand elves whisper, we are deaf to them angels dwell near, we are blind to them and it’s as if all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream