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I shall place ground rock as salt unto your scalp
As you dream and whisk the plays within the mind
And so shall I to crystals conclude their fate
And so encase…

To and toward other worlds
Shalt I have them sent
So they may catch scent
Of stories, merely snippet stories…

Lies they will think to be the real thing
Of what occurs on our little planet…

All for the confusion of the planets
All of the world’s abroad…
Across the universe…

Tidings of tall tales
Called out from sleeping human thoughts
The asleeping archives…

But these dream…to they will be the genuine article

I’ll pick the nightmares so fierce, the dreams so peculiar…

That they’ll never dare…out of fear to bring their war machine down here….