Prompt: Shapes in your mind
Bend, twist, and take pleasing forms
Clearly defined and yet,
Fading and ephemeral,
The stuff of dreams,
Living on the edge of consciousness,
Pushed away as the mists evaporate
under the bright rays of wakefulness.
Eyes open and banish the visons and declarations of Morpheus.
Back, once more, to the waking world.
Go, once again,
To the Routine,
To the Workaday,
To fast food and slowed souls.
Rise and shine.
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