Poem by yoonoos peerbocus
Each night, earth life suspended,
Without asking where you are going
Or who you are, you experience
As if life dreams of itself,
Content to keep happy, immortality
Behind the curtain of sleep.
It's a world you have no word for
And though it was real at the moment,
You call it a dream,
Which is lost as you awake.
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