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What Dreams Are Made On


What is totally authentic

Is that I was given a death sentence

And two people were done for fraud

In my English class.

That was a game, but no illusion.

What is not

Is that my friend

Forwarded me an email

From that place where one learns

To multiply matrices.

That was dream, and controversy

And only controversy can come out of it.

So, so doubtful!

Not constituting a science at all.

But a wonderful, wonderful fairy-tale!

Who could have done it

But medical doctors?

What is totally authentic

Is that I want to be an analysand.

Not such a terrible word after all, is it?

What isn't

Is that there's real reason for it to happen.

Nobody has talked about it since the china broke.

We're sane. We're sane.

Who are we and what are we doing here?

We don't feel sane.

We're among aliens.

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Comments (1)

upnorthdavid
Wow! The energy! Thanks for writing!

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