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My humble lovers, my grand masters -
when they push me to the edge,
into the land of no return...
where all I can see is my own vanishing point.

When in frenzy, I seek for the perfect one
and a gentle reminder to take it easy
comes in the shape of tremor, but is
overlooked like an unnoticed passerby.
They occupy my thoughts in dreams
and keep me awake at night.
I can hear their wondrous flow
obsessing my mind like ancient sorcery.

When the morning comes, they evaporate,
just like a dream within a dream.

I scratch my head, trying to remember...
Once, twice... and then I let go.

But the little devils are always at hand
and there's nothing to worry about
as long as this bewitched delirious dance
of my lovely companions tirelessly continues.

What is a couple of rhymes lost in dreams
when new ones are born
as soon as I awake and rub my sleepy eyes.