So steeped in dreams am I that fantasy leaks out my ears as my mouth yawns the neverending scope of imagination past my teeth of macabre tombstones to settle in the fine mist of muses billowing out of my nostrils where it drifts up to slightly obscure the surreal kaleidoscope pulsating and radiating from pupil to haw of my eyes. Lo, in this state I rise into the clouds discerning space and time as nothing but obstacles yet my feet are anchored firmly in the solid ground of this mundane world. But when my head rests my feet are no longer forced to anchor and I can drift to all the worlds and planes of neverwas but mightcould if it wouldbe.
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