zef

now what comes to mind is like the end of time
as you pass through to another existence all together
what you step into is like changing trains at high speeds
as they pass each other going opposite directions
the force of everything just flip-flops
and you devolve
loose with so little time holding you down
you simplify down to virtually nothing
and then like so many parts to assemble
you are constructed into this new time frame
that's like waves in the ocean
waves of peaks and valleys
waves of sound
reverberating in even the tiniest of spartan ideas
waves of colorful light
ebbing in a gradient and harrowing darkness
forming symbols
derived by formulas
operating new equations
multiplied by t
where t is the awarness and perception
of the dreamer and the dream
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She needs me
she needs me not
as I imagined.