Dear readers,
The munky is running out of musings. She's only capable of posting their musings which hopefully will bring her jive back. The normalcy is having too many floating thoughts but a limited number of platform to land on. But now... there isn't a thought lingering! Good god. Well I can assure you it's not empty but definitely isn't filled with good rants.
Totally beyond the pale.
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A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take the kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
