that flows to keep the dreamers moist,
till the dry words of remorse
wake us, crying to be voiced,
and the languid lines that coursed
through the details of the dream
blur and waking, we are forced
from the bed to leave the stream.
Pleasures that the dream endorsed
now to censors are subject
and with pleasures once outsourced
we no longer may connect.
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