Did you ever have those dreams
in which it wholley seemed
that you
were there
each limb
and hair
a ghost in spirit's lair
Did you look around the scape
of mind's contorted shapes
and see
them there
the figures
stare
they whisper at your face
They trap you with their spell
thier voices echo ----
they drag
you down
the words
resound
"i'm talking to myself"
You wish to run and flee
but they pursue with speed
and when
you turn
you're shocked
to learn
"the figures are all me"

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