Souls Memories (or Dreams)

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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In times of deepest sleep

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Amidst a wordless world

So silent
Thoughts are loud

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And take upon themselves

Their shape
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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

When we call them

Home to roost
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Whereupon their swift arriving

Causes ripples in our brains
Which

Not designed were not 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 Times

Of

Sleep

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Egal Bohen