Many nights I have that dream
That starts out fresh and calm
And ends in some catastrophe
I find some new idea there
I'd never think of here
But when I try to bring it
Back with me it crumbles
Papyrus in my hands
Or dark police pursue me
A thief's car chase back
To the crash of waking
Somehow I only find myself
At dawn or twilight
When there is just enough
Light and darkness to hold me
In a momentary peace
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