Dreams
remain
only within the brain
of their maker
Of such substance
they are created, that
this life affords them
no breath to sustain,
But only death
within the confines
of this mortal world
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Of such substance they are created, that this life affords them no breath to sustain, fine philosophical poem. thank you dear poet. tony