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THE DREAM
In the vast unordered chaos
Of the dreams which haunt my sleep,
A recurring echo vibrates
There within the deep
Recesses of my Psych‚.
Like an old unanswered question,
Too profound to answer glibly,
Too impatient to ignore.
In that border country of illusion
With coherent ecstasy
I ponder, and seem to understand
Sublimely subtle mysteries
There at my command.
And yet, when I awake
Only dimly can I see,
The fast receeding shadow
Of the mystery
Of what I truly am.
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