Dream
Eyes wide open, dreaming a dream of reality with bliss but to the dreamer.
Ease is of this perception of thought until the complexity of reality destroys the simple and weak.
What is left is what will survive alas it has stood the test of not only time but reality for it can and will live on and thrive in the minds of not only the creator but the other.
Knowing fully of cause but not of what has caused.
Dreaming in the absence of night, not I, I dream in the presence of the conscious.
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