Midnight Madness and Daybreak
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Our dreams swell up inside our outer brains,
The upper, mantle layers. Then we see
Vanilla visions in our beds. Sight stains
Enough sometimes that in our wakings we
Grip glimmers of them as a prophet might.
These helmet revelations from a realm
In wing-like regions come to us at night.
Our nightmares spew like spasms, overwhelm
From lower empires. Sunshine turns to clouds
And they congeal to weeds or worse, wolfbane
