| The Unconscious Dark | |
| They say that dreams are ours to own To unravel the conundrums of the conscious Once lost in the hubbub of the frontal lobes Set to unravel in the tranquillity of sleep, but for a moment No matter, for when the glue of REM loses adhesion what hope shines when your unconscious mind takes against you? . . . | |
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| Muse | |
| The Muse The mothers milk of creativity Devine inspiration some might say Myself, I think another way A spark, a flash BRAINFART . . . | |
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