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What my dreams are made of

The beginning of a conclusion

Under blankets of stars I sleep a slumber deepDrenched in the dewy sheen of space I swim through its amniotic lullabyWhat a way to go Usefully futileAnother cog in Earth's machine I wait to be recycled To drown every care in the world Beneath the crashing...