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In my dream, I am walking through an enormous maze
Decorated with bushes, shrubbery
And an awesome arrangement of flowers and fountains

In the distance I see a giant gazebo:
Alongside its parameters are gothic-style birdcages
Hanging from ivy-clustered overlays
Where birds of every design
Are a chirping symphony of color and song

Not far ahead are pebbled walkways
Leading to the nucleus
Of this tantalizing dreamscape

Within all this beauty,
Within all these patterns of visual stimulus,
I see my shadow flickering on and off
Disfigured by the light
Filtering through trees
Swaying slowly to a gentle breeze

I have such an intense feeling of isolation
Walking through this labyrinth of invisible heartbeats
That never made it through the maze
That I almost feel disfigured by the light
Filtering through the treetops

From the gazebo, I can hear voices calling to one another
As if they’re trying to get a sense of where they are

They call each other’s names
But no one answers

I walk up to the gazebo
Climb the white wooden stairs
Reaching the platform, I see a beautiful fountain

I lean over and stare into my reflection
Where I see a assortment of faces
Shifting form and gender
Each one speaking only one word

Together forming a sentence

"Look to the dawn and see the expressions within you"

I awake,
Yet the morning still has time to arrive