Id

Dream of a dream in the sole dream of a sole dreamer who rows hard against the deep waters of a stream of dream over which a sole dream could get lost and crushed and fed to the wolves and carried away in their blood stream, so it goes into their brains and make it work, so they prowl, so they taunt, so they haunt, so they hunt sheep, so they rip flesh, so they devour sins, so they cry and whisper to the voices in their heads, and their words are carried away while they sleep and dream, and the words reach the nearest shore to rest upon sand, where they could be drifted and reach a thousand rivers around the world to interweave with them, be their voices and froth and suds and fish and growls and laughter and dreams, be torn to particles, form silt form rocks form castles form men, lying men, walking men, running men, thinking men, dreaming men, decaying men, dying men, and hover to the promised land, where children will not stop laughing, where water is crystal and crystal is the mind of the ones who dared tame temptation to attain the utmost dreamt destination where a dream is reality and reality is the shape of their dreams.