Sleep, per chance to... :: prev :: next :: 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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