Wow That’s A Nasty Mystic, 7 Nasty Nights a Night

I just don’t pray
I counted smoke mirrors to the Sky
Most my ideas were prayers of mind
Tonight marks the night of canopy dreams
The Tide’s taking in a bigger frame of scene
The architect in my dreams
Makes way out in each realm I see
My dream began to wake up
In a daze it said it needed no more sleep
A good eye for the environment
The investment, Tide knows it too
Home at last, a major lapse
Entranced cocoon

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