Souls Memories (or Dreams)

In times of deepest sleep
Our human souls

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Those parts of us

That when we pass

Turn not to dust

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May climb the staircases of time
Move through dimensions

Instantly

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To find

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Their way to unknown places
There to roam

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 There amidst a wordless world

Were thoughts are loud

And take upon themselves their form
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There they move

In timeless motion

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Fly through uncorrupted truth

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Until the point when rudely woken

Then we call them

Home to roost
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Whereupon their swift arriving

Causes ripples in our brains

 Which

Not designed were never intended
Ever to record

Such games
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Deposited then within our memory
As they landed

In a heap 
Strange memories

Surviving 
From a world so strange and deep

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And so it is our dreams are sent us

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Mixed

Confused

Cut up and censored

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Souls memories

From

Our deepest

Sleep

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Egal Bohen