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Paranoia and a Dream

Slowly did I dream..., slowly.
In a plunge of thoughts, yet unseen.
On a surface of Cleanliness, and depth of things unholy.
Within shadows of lurking beings in folly.
Paranoia hugs me with it's bosom, and a brave fear kisses me with it's lips.

   Slowly did I dream..., slowly.
I lead the way.
Though a feeling of being lost swoops my feet away.
I must dream while awake, I whisper to I.
I must let my mind wander, but keep witness to eye.

   Slowly did I dream..., slowly.
In a plunge of thoughts, yet unseen.
They whisper, gold and silver are things unholy.
And there was I, on the surface and depth of things unholy.
Within shadows of merry beings in jolly.
Paranoia now on my sleeves.
And a brave fear that could not betray me.

   Slowly did I dream..., slowly
I led the way.
and the feeling of being lost gave way.
Gold and silver sang to me.
But paranoia still danced with me.
And the brave fear still smiled at me.
And it dawned on me as dawn came
the lurking and the merry beings were the same.