Lunar Dreams – a poem

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Great rises the gold upon lands

Frozen with night’s touch, saved

By that glowing wide crescent

Silver sheen blazing through

The curtain of dank dark hours.

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In lunar dreams of opium hallucination

Creatives dream as their gods sleep,

Their gods dreaming as they slumber,

Reversal of roles traditional, that

Makes the moon visions so unfathomable

In red delirium.

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