Tonight I will travel in tomorrow
Through the dreams of the transient going there by
With fire of autumn tinctures borrow
Under the red yellow evening sky
Flowers of futures for the dreaming
The night in a tranquil sleeping woven
Travelers beyond in watchtowers beaming
Through dimensional forces past cloven
What's of sleep and what's of day's reality?
Where are lines of each ephemeral?
Circling the sky's reflective horizon
Like trickles of raindrops time sets to be
Each in their tide existence flora call
Keep interrupting while dreaming still on
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