Dusk to Dawn with Morpheus

i dream... i die... i sleep, with a light but the burden is heavy...

i die... i dream... i wake, with a burden which is Light...

i sleep, i die... i yearn, but She is not here... Light is my friend...

i wake, i die... i pine for her, yet She is distant, Morpheus must be my guide...

i dream... i die... i solicit Morpheus at Dusk, so He may visit Her during her state of subconsciousness at Dawn...

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i am conscious... i die... people are bloody ignorant apes~ at Christie and Dupont many troglodytes have their abode.
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i prompt Morpheus to effect Her slumber, thus She may venture into my realm...
i dream... i die... i sleep... i die...

from Dawn to Dusk... i wake... i die...
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i am conscious again... why do these bloody ignorant apes covet materialism over human contact...?
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i yearn for Her... i die for her... i wake for Her... my thirst must be quenched by Her...

i am alone... yet Morpheus disturbs my slumber, i remain with Him until my Aphrodite offers me that kiss...
with it emerges Eros from the disarray ... in turn the integration of Chaos and Gaia permit the Earth to glisten...

TODAY: We, humanity, risk... jeopardize the six billion inhabitants...We risk a global Ice Age...
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I solicit Morpheus and his magical powers over slumber to facilitate ... to invoke... my Aphrodite to dream with me... to join in a mystical slumber... to relish in the beauty of our frames...

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BP prompts~ deceives ~ the world to immerse itself in a black slumber...
~people are bloody ignorant apes... and how do i offer a praxis...?
how do i immerse in a new consciousness...?
people are bloody ignorant apes; they have historical amnesia...~
TODAY : 120 Million barrels of oil has spewed into the Gulf of Mexico... and moving even closer to Cuba.

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i am not alone... Morpheus whets my imagination... he awakens my consciousness... we explore the dark matter of the world...
i explore the nature of my disposition: to be in love with her... Or to dissuade my psyche of Her... Or to purge my memory of
Her...? Should i open my inner chamber and release the river of tears...? Or should i love... revel ... in the ephemeral moments that she proffers..? Or do i engage in a praxis to invoke change...?

i dream... a thousand indecisions... and deliberations... yet i die within the intermission of Dusk to Dawn...
Morpheus, grant me a resolution that i can live with beyond the Dusk... beyond the Dawn... help me traverse beyond the gates of Ivory and Horn... Proffer me an answer that escapes me...

I walk alone, and i observe the Elm Tree through the Gates... Yet i am not able to perceive any Omens...
I live within the realm of Dusk and Dawn...
Morpheus, i need you to reveal the nature of Her Dreams... offer me Her Visions... proffer me Her Desires...
Morpheus, reveal to me the nature of Her inner chamber...