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