The Dream Hypothesis
you are the oldest of the oldand your icy heart you sold
long ago
to the highest bidder of parching self-fulfillment
you climbed the serrated stairs of success
only to find sheared
the only chord you had
to harmonize the song of the loved and revered
it's a life in Descartes' dream
stumbling against his perfect clouds
you scream for the answers
but your answers just scream aloud
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