I dreamt of a world
as a somnambul place
with anthropoetic
exstatical grace
there'd be no race
no stress, no success
no voids for emptiness
and no disgrace
ones pulse would betray
the array of truth
no bad or no good
and none misunderstood
no guns and no arrow
to shoot any sparrow
but only from your heart
and within your mind
you'll find the universe
dispersed like stars
on a dark august night
to brighten ones eyes
with delight
there'd be no fight
and no obscenity
there'd only be time
and some space
a little warm place
between you and me
one would only find
.........unity.
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