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All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did.

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[ Sitting in the dark with laptop. ]

Current Music: Florence + The Machine - Seven Devils | Powered by Last.fm

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eamesofdreams. Futility!Verse. ]

( And I don't want to go home right now. )

Current Mood: hot
Current Location: Blackpool

[ Sitting on step, smoking a cigarette. ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

[Ditching car, grabbing bags.] Got everything?

Current Mood: anxious

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eamesofdreams

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

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But know there’s no backing out. This is gonna be reality. You can never dream it down.
And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.
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Acoss the border they turn water into wine.
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I've got a tight grip on reality...

...But I can't let go of what's in front of me here.

Entries tagged with [who]: eames || eamesofdreams

But know there’s no backing out. This is gonna be reality. You can never dream it down.

And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.

(no subject)

Acoss the border they turn water into wine.

→ Futility!Verse ←