On winds of sleep, in pillow ships,
I sail outside the mind,
in waters lost to those awake,
impossible to find.
I ply the boundless sea of dreams
with canvas tightly sewn.
Beyond the realm of consciousness
I navigate alone--
to harbor on the leeward side
of enigmatic thought,
where magic lives to show me things
reality forgot.
~Dean Neighbors~
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