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To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub

What shall I dream of today, as I snooze away the blazing sun?
Shall I dream of sweetlings and innocence, or martyrs and blood?

How long has it been, how many have died?
Death in all the wrong places, but who is the judge and where is the jury?
Out to lunch again, lost in the maze of consciousness - they'll not be returning.

My child, don't enter my dreams! Stay safe away, and safely loved.
My fears may kill you in the haunting; my love may draw you too close in the fire.
Your needs are mine, but I cannot see you here:
Today my dreams run red and metal -
Copper lingers in my memory's tongue.








}}} Yeah, my writing is getting abstract as all hell. Could be my subconscious effort to paint, sans canvas, brushes, or color. Just a guess. Does it matter? Probably not, since I'm posting it anyway.