What snippet of Dream dost glow in the forbidding Dark
Which frames not some fancied flight to mystical park,
Individuals filling in canopy of bright environment stark
With the personal desires a heavy residue of hoary bark?
No one knows what Needs hidden in the black obelisk,
Of loneliness undefined in the cold, unexplored bisque
Of putrefying Wish on the old, memory disk.
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