Images from anywhere--
dark wet street meetsmoon-faced flea-market
vendor meets mandolin
and fire: this is dream--
freed from time because
a sleeping brain is off the clock,
its rogue crew of neurons
free to cook a dewy stew and eat it
behind a turquoise waterfall
or in a plaid nylon shack.
Dreaming's a freedom
one's will can't boss--
a cinema playing beside itself.
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