I dreamt I dreamt I dreamt of being a prophet
I cared not to be the doomsayer or
the bringer of fortune
I dreamt I dreamt I dreamt of being touched by the divinity, the
aware or --- the entire unconciousness
the dreams showed me lights and the hopes
great pillars of glass but --
I awoke I awoke I awoke to the life of a historian, the hands
of a scholar and life of old, forgotten books
I awoke I awoke I awoke instead not to the staff or vision
of the speaker, but to the pen and words of the scribe
the life gave me candles and showed me inks, and
my hopes but bleed into the pages
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