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| From the sleep of the beloved, by Paul Schneggenburger |
What Freudian step led far into night,
Where odd ascends and gates of logic shut
And id is beast and master come to rule
The very house we thought we ruled alone,
Where impulse alters time and gravity
And pushes for a life we dare not live.
But superego takes its running fight
With id to
moderate its push for glut
And symbolize the beast as sports to fool
The mind to open wide, yet keep the bone
Away from those who test fidelity
And those much more inclined to take than give.
In the end ego is the diplomat
Who works at keeping dreams from falling flat.
The Night We Know - Part 7: Dreaming © Ron Villejo
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