Dreams tell a truth
that you don't want to know yet, but
on a divan, you can speak freely
to an outsider
who understands you
and explains your secrets
that everyone can see
and many whisper
shame upon it
Wealth is wasted, and
anyone who makes a comment about it will be hit
with doublespeak and disappear as penalty
for his brutal lies, his slander
and high treason; even the worst plagues
do not bring insight and humility
But sometimes, from the blue
the sense is common enough
and dreams come true
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