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A Dreary Kind of Ecstasy.

If I was dead,
then it appeared
that somehow, through it
I had finally become alive.

Therein I breathed
true reality.

Dreary kind of ecstasy.

If I was in a dream,
it had served to awaken
me, left me with heightened
awareness
in an alternative reality:

given I make it out,
how on the earthly plane
could I have
a hope in Hades
of taking this back with me?

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