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Dreaming in excess, climbing trees in the night
Lowering your guard when the sounds of the trains
Almost wake you but don't, instead filtering in
Becoming long black snakes worming their way
Through the darkness of dead crowds standing
Shifting from foot to foot, thinking about things
That only the dead think of, smiling, smiling
Smiling at the depth of the distance between worlds
Watching for signs of tree-climbers questioning
Whispering answers for those who have an ear to hear

We stormed the beach and found shells and stones
Tracks leading into the sea under moonlit skies
The moon smiled its secret smile but remained speechless
Knowing too much to tell, what a burden it must be
We wore neon coats against the chill wind and danced
Knowing that all was as it should be, better or worse
That everything changes and is hammered together
By the clocks which make the sun rise and set on time
Keeping watch over the dreamers and their dreams
Bringing us ever closer to the whispered answers