A fraction of a dream, dense, small,
Before the moment of the fall
Into the full engrossing sleep
An image, most intense and deep,
A vision and a distant call
A picture drawn from some rushed trawl
Through visions stored we don’t recall,
And from the bottom of the heap,
A fraction of a dream.
Sometimes it warns and can appal,
So we cry out, although we drawl
Our tongues in knots, we wake and weep,
And know that what we sow, we reap,
And what we are is here, is all,
A fraction of a dream.
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