I remember sitting in bed, as a childlooking up at the ceilingI couldn’t sleep, of course,And so set about to thinkingI wondered, what are dreams made of?Are they stardust and galaxies?Are they the tendrils of existenceReaching inwards from eternity?
-Justin Wetch
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