An elephant called Iris

A dream was wrought last night

a sleepless remmy sleep

with messages on the minute

about a house upon the keep,

there they stood as many

watching from the far

waiting for my absence

ascending fallen stars,

rising through the loophole

plans all set to fire

touching upon the faithless

upon their waking hour,

have you yet to awaken

to know that they exist

prepare your finest oil

or get caught up in the mix.

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