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I thought I was sleepwalking

it was different this time.

I dreamt further,

I reached higher,

I flew faster.

I dreamt a euphoric death

I went beyond my boundaries

I held the Grim Reaper's scythe

and rode a pale horse with him

The Sandman's brother

released me to my tantric existence,

revealing that death is perfect sleep.

I glimpsed life within my dream and

tried to transcend the boundaries;

to return home and wake

only to realize I died in my sleep.