Fevered Dreams
Ice cold
Nice cold,
Frosty breath
Chilling death.
Burning flame
Yearning flame,
Soft embrace
Blazing grace.
When cold is warm
And warm is cold
When both are neither
And neither are both.
When light falls into dim nothingness
And darkness is blinded by its own brilliance
When Yin stabs Yang
And the oaks chop down the people.
When the birds swim,
Oh so deep
And the fish fly,
Oh so high.
The fevered dreams
Of an empty soul
Can be powerful things
Whether they mean anything
That is a question for the dreamer
For dreams are mysterious things
And often tell more truths
Than our misguided realities
So do not ignore
Those fevered seams
For they may be more
Than mere dreams.
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