Tossing and turning, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The clock chimed twelve As the midnight sun Eerily spun A twilight web Across slate gray night At that hour I approached the gate Wide and great Leading to mind’s garden Of flashing dendrite Stepping into, walking through I felt my soul entwine Wrapped in deep dark vine …
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Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.-Edgar Allan Poe





