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On short sultry nights
   when all's put to bed
will thoughts become purer
   that float through our head?
will dreams we produce
   come out from the mind,
or'll the heart fashion hopes
   through the dream machine, grind?
can we justify sin
   on our sleep's silver screen,
or are these things created
   from what we'd like to've been?
and when day breaks the dawn
   will we take notice, for
the transgressions of dreams
   slip through cracks in sleep's floor!
but for now 'tis the hour
   that the witching takes place
so to sleep and to dream
   and to a grin on mine face.

© 1990 john r. chase

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