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I am standing before a large house
concealed in the woods,
covered by dense vines and rainbow mist

I’ve never set eyes on this residence before
though I’ve dreamt of it over and over,
assembling it from the inside out
rebuilding it step by step,
continuously laying down the groundwork
stone by stone, plank by plank
from a blueprint
designed in my dreams
by an unknown hand

in the deep coolness of the open attic,
my breathe rises to the sunroof

I see the sky
embellished with cumulus clouds,
altering into varied shapes
and silken silhouettes
superimposed by sunbeams

they form dark yet alluring faces
and all sorts of archetypal shapes
conjured up by molecule bending

I always wonder whose house is this anyway?
I feel I belong here
yet, is it truly mine?

and I wonder who designated the dream blueprint
given in an episode of conscious slumber

I know somewhere there’s an unseen proprietor
I wonder where he really resides
though I never seen him I know he’s out there
inside the horizon of my dream

perhaps this elusive landlord
I’ve been seeking
is really the dreamlord of my being

and this house I constantly build
is the structure
supporting my soul