One night I fell to troubled sleep
And, in darkness, dreamed jumbled things
I descended, 'til finish, proceeding to die
Awoke, salvated, and moved to cry
(I do not mean to be cliché
Ignorance and vanity did persuade)
The pain exacted, the injury wrought
Gave ground to seeds which have been brought
To writhe and grow inside of dreams
Pray troubled mind: come calming scenes

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