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No sense, Nonsense

Silly is, as silly seems,
silly things, in all my dreams.
Rustic fences, painted blue,
solid walls I walk right through.

Silly sausage, silly soul
all emerging from a hole.
Spirits fighting for their right
to be set free, at dead of night.

No sense, nonsense, side by side.
join me on this senseless ride.
Brain corrupted, disarrayed
thoughts erratically displayed.

Night time sent, to give us rest,
order tumbled and distressed.
Sleep refreshes all who fall
as chaos drains the daylights call.

Consciousness climbs with the sun
to drag us back from night time’s fun.
The slumber that releases pain
helps us make sense of life's small game

Ivor G Davies

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