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| In the Dreaming 11 | 12:37am sunday, 4th july |
In the dreaming, I lost my senses to the wind, all but the feeling of time.
In the dreaming, I emerged from the far side of the universe, in darkness.
In the dreaming, I flew too close to the sun, and breathed its closest light.
In the dreaming, I knew without knowing where the pathless path goes.
In the dreaming, I climbed a tree with its roots in hell and leaves in heaven.
In the dreaming, I danced with fire as the wild hunt ran through forests.
In the dreaming, I lost my very identity, saw the meaning behind the I.
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