Dream work

Haha!

What is this reality conjures up in front of me?
This very sight in front of me a scene through some eyes
Stuck on the causal plane each scene populated obscenely
But with a scent of instinct rises in the face of sense lust arises

Lust a gem's luster twin of anguish
Mother, Father, Pleasure, Pain
Universally in climax finds the drama
The stretching accommodations of things
In things in things

What conjures once conjures again
Oh lo and woe to thee
What bizarre phantom automatons are these?
This summoning of beings unto beings on reality of plane
He before all things who moved structure
To summon these apparitions verily.
They come forth into this space of what I see.

A talk with Dragons