The Dream on a dreary day

I arose one day from sleep

and lumbered in my room saw a tortoise

and the shadows of wolves hunting on pine groove

the will was forced and silent autumn pierced the leaves

there is the God of things and love about valleies

There the silence of angels and roar of the devil

Nonetheless I poured a cup of tea

and slurped all of it like pen devours the ink

The inkling was a God upon meditation

hindering the silence further more

There was will again further more

Nothing could pass and the force

was vigorous and clouds spell the misfortune

of hiring rockstar in his pagan ways

consuming and the consumed

the goat and the bait was used

and all fell silent then


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