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there is a dream inside and it's a fool, but it speaks to me and it sings songs of days and nights. and i listen. in a skyline of hillrises, high above my countryside (you) reality a term we eat, destroying almost everything, i stand alone and stare up the skirts of the angels, where good intentions get in the way where rosepetals fall like the fall of rome. where i listen. under the grapevine and outside romance (listen, outsider, learn how to dance) the flashbacks of filmreels never cease spinning, heads are my heads are my heads full of filling. oh, i know on the outskin what dreams do to men. i know where i need to be moving again, this river runs backwards and time can slow down, this river runs through waters i've twisted around the words and the eye sockets hoping you'd see, but time and eternity see differently: there is a dream inside, and it's a fool. but it speaks to me. and i listen. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 09:25 PM PST 0 • 10 • 8
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"there is a dream inside..."