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  I’m meeting people in my dreams Waking life’s not what it seems People, places, things and me Knowing (not knowing?) what it means   In my dreams I think I’m free Have to remember just to be I must carry memory (into) Waking (sleeping?) dream to dream I know this life’s not what it seems So much more than eye it meets In limited body I’m here While infinite stars are crystal clear  

      A person looks at a statue and thinks, 'what a wonderful thing I’ll keep that in my memory and forever it will be with me That inside is a representation of what had came from without' I want to correct him, but it wouldn’t do even to shout A man a little older notices a statue in the corner by the door And thinks, 'I know just what this is telling me – I wish denial no more That this representation, though I thought I’d let it go, I just couldn’t see Now it's to be cut free from this house of me, to make room for something more'   But, go he would not, rather stood there like a stone Outside of the door, there he be, from him I was not alone So I kept him around, 'with a few modifications, I suppose he can serve me' For he did want to help, clearly, and a transformation was the key