They tried to deliver yesterday
a dream with dramatic scenes
invisibly open to interpretation
and inspection by reality.
The inn is too full; determined they came
set on the claim of supremacy
over the needs of the flesh
decreed by me an honourable state.
Tears littered the base of human disgrace
that refused to accept and rejected
dream after dream of soul avowals
tendered as right sufficiency.
I walked through the stream
choosing, you see, simply to not believe
but I am the dreamer who knows
there will always be room for a soul.
But soul for soul, flesh for the flesh,
dreams desolate out in the cold,
until the many miles are crossed
and the dreamers can meet
at a place of complete belief!
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