Somehow dreams are stalking
My reality in waking and walking
Above ground around earth
But with shady apprehension first
Somehow held by an invisible hand
Not stirring of a godly strand
But instead a wavering question
Without a future for worry to rest in
Somehow days are welcome here
With the pause of a quiet night's fear
Asleep in parallel self-tension
For keeping the lonely heart restless
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