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What my dreams are made of

The beginning of a conclusion

Under blankets of stars I sleep a slumber deepDrenched in the dewy sheen of space I swim through its amniotic lullabyWhat a way to go Usefully futileAnother cog in Earth's machine I wait to be recycled To drown every care in the world Beneath the crashing...

Lullaby

A lullaby is sung to a baby. As the child grows he begins to appreciate its meaning and power.

The click of the light switch focussed his attention and he bobbed back to the surface of consciousness. Soft, retreating footfalls. A whispered kiss. The baby opened his eyes. A gentle glow illuminated the room to his left and his gaze, seeking comfort,...