Shunned Reverie (revised)
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I’d rather have a nightmare than a dream for only disappointment awaits to embrace my cognizance after a fantasy in slumber. Whimsical imagination grants me things of unfeasible nature, and I dwell in six hours of harmony, that present themselves as truth. But six hours of harmonious deception divulge their true self, as I embark on eighteen sentient hours that take the cloud, upon which a castle in the sky sits, by the most delicate part of the neck, and cast it down to earth. A downpour of present reality sops my pillow with purpose to jerk me to consciousness. A pang of realization hurtles into me, I now seeing the unsolicited divider that isolates flight of imagination from legitimacy, from unwanted legitimacy. As a politician will charmingly but so dishonestly offer to bestow refinement, my reveries leave me dissatisfied and yearning more. A nightmare, however, yields to me the reciprocal. Malevolent spirits will have their macabre picnic through comatose thought; I attempt, desperately to transcend this… this struggle in physical lethargy. An immeasurable flash of fright – grief threatens contentment for but a moment, until a less austere reality comes to vanquish its mock havoc unleashed upon my mind’s eye. A welcoming realization receives me, I now giving thanks to that division that isolates flight of imagination from legitimacy… stricken with appreciation for a tangible environment.

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