Deep in depths
Dreams far reaching
Still owning validity
Even with closed eyes
Horizons meet pupil
Mountains leveling
In fantasies of rest
Creation we create
Chains our mind
Into labors unyielding
Transiently we merry
Again we fall into
Pools of sweat we pour
our brow shining
Slits paints skylines
In fantasies of rest
Authentic indeed
Even of castles above
But rising from sleep
The sun still shines
the alps still high
Pipe dreams
Lacks authority
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