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Ten Thousand Pillows Draws On Ten Thousand Dreams
Before I go to sleep, I feel that you have come softly
Forgive my trance, smooth as skin.
And balanced noise, like guiding fingers
Let me knock on the door by the scent of music
If tomorrow morning
My head still hasn’t touched the stars
Roll over and make a boiling tropical climate
My dreams are a humid riot
Moist air compresses the chest, churning and heaving
Those headphone cords
Thin as silk, they’ll strangle me slowly.
Like an anaconda crushing my throat.
Tender and deadly, silent and resolute
It plays a poem in praise of dark clouds
I hear the dark clouds crying and whispering
Beneath the gloomy skies, the skies have secrets too
The stars retire and darkness takes over the stage
My pillow holds 10,000 rain rituals
A wet and warm dream seeps out.
