Now you have reality, Reality has dreams. It desires too. Anima Mundi The soul of the world Sings to us in sleep: Little myths, Electric shadows, A thousand flowers of the soul.
Updated 05-03-2009 at 11:38 AM by Red-Headed
wow. The last two stanzas are amazing! That's the poem. I don't like the caps at the start of every line, and I would change 'a' in the final line to 'the' for some reason, but that's just me.
Yeah, that sounds about right. The 'caps' thing is just a tradition I hang on to. Maybe it's time to change.