Land of Dreams

The truth of it is plain to see Matter arranged in configurations Of which people take on some of these The one setup eminates sound waves At another one and it makes no sense Looking on from the outside of things Apparently a reconfiguration takes place Not so much in the things they stand on Which I believe they call them feet But rather in things called skulls And these constructs seem to like it Because I see them do it quite often You can find them inside of rooms Sitting on things called chairs Or standing outside in the open air Most often they face each other As they pay attention to expressions And they start imitating each other Most of the time they are compatible Even when they hate each other Because they speak the same language Sometimes many of them get together And they make sounds for durations It is quite similar to chirping birds On the outside it seems quite useless But the rearrangement is taking place And they like it because it is social By their design they are built so Together they achieve great things Focused with their internalizers From the outside I wonder what they do For I've seen them being brutally born And to then go to great lengths Until they meet their violent ends So suddenly and without any grace After so much is spent on their brains The behavior of this matter fascinates Anything that could take a good look For it moves unlike any of the other Why would it behave so strangely One might very legimately ask For the whole affair is quite laughable It is fortunate that I am such an object So that I can tell you it is about dreams Because I dream about things all the time I dream about what I will say and do What they and the world will get up to Asleep I dream the most magical dreams And I would love to tell you about music Dreaming about it while you listen to it Paintings, food, smells and skin Dreaming about touching feeling And of course about people who don't exist Because like me, they all live in you

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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