Into a hospitalic gray, surrounding
All I can see; the sort of shade that may
Insulate the soul - a cosmic grounding
Against whatever might still lurk outside.
Or maybe it's a sign that we are taken
Away from where we usually abide
And after we have slept we will awaken
In some fantastic land, another realm
Where physics and astronomy are gone;
The most unlikely things will overwhelm
Our senses, and we will not wish the dawn.
Or maybe it's just clouds. But who needs that?
Crazed speculation's always where it's at.
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