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Created on: May 18, 2009
Rapid Eye Movement
In this view do I vision a partial moments vintage
being somewhat clear then fading away to vague.
In these parts do I premise to enter into adieu preface
to the existence another introduction that doth plague.
Forth with to one dream is but many a test to validity
to an endearing form mocking to paralyze my lividity.
Shall it not cease this disguise bearing loathsome shame
within dreams eminent confession execute docile frame.
Will this dream avert my dormant plight for death
or hath this spirit no compromise in life's dealing?
Will these fallacious scenes fixate an upward flight
giving sufferance's a more deceitful pleasant feeling?
Relative rapid low voltage produces low muscle tone
displaying our bodies unto death without essence shown.
Shorter at the beginning and longer towards the end
do our dreams form stages for the masses to comprehend.
No more is there separation from the reality of dreams
while leaving pretense to revealing provocation it seems.
The only questions answered are the three already known
that testify against themselves information that has grown.
May this complex entity control dreams that compel
the mind to wonder aimless without purpose in praising.
May these dreams give a clear detail of obscure dimension
in examining the relevance of the questions that are raising.
Rapid Eye Movement conveys a paradoxical sleep form.
No dominating brain waves producing this neuron storm.
A collective soul might vividly recall these active dreams.
Laying in the nightmare worth explaining realities screams.
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