So what's going on this morning
In that resting pretty head of yours
Leaving the tunnel of dreams
Sweeping up into a body's
Heaviness a befogged city's
Nervous energy becalmed
By the blue of this harbor
A bed's perspective on the day
Ahead where you lay your scene
Or might it not be better
To let life go on dreaming
That it's the real thing
While you sleep deeper and
Deeper beyond all dreams
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