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Wonder Slumber

Dale Werner

Into the dreams of the soundest slumber, the darkest hours are when the mind does wonder, head so full of life's pounding thunder, the world inside is torn asunder.

There is nothing it does not launder, bringing real and fiction close to ponder.

Ever changing scenery the world in my head is another dimension, you see.

The changing pictures mixed and abrupt this show brought to you by reality and then swept and stretched, folded and cut.

While I sleep my senses wander bringing me to places yonder, I see it all, its warped and pitched, I press even further into this dreamy abyss.

Ever changing scenery the world in my head is another dimension, you see.

Of eternity my dreams make me fonder, I see the future as something to ponder. The past is also there to see in this total unreality.

I walk this plain and I am not by myself everyone is here on this world's malleable shelf—

Nothing is here that most can conceive in waking daylights pure bright sieve.

Ever changing scenery the world in my head is another dimension, you see.

Close your eyes and see your own, dreamscape— complete, in your wonder dome.