Genre's of Cognition

Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene white walls lead me to an empty room A bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and an empty white crib No people, no laughter, no sounds of chatter Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A passenger in a car speeding down an empty road at midnight in the desert Air on my face from the cracked window Smiling, laughing, and free no worry of crashing Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A prince and his queen with a loyal court Finest furnishings Sweet lips kiss on my hand, my forehead, blushing at each sweet word said Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene A space odyssey unknown forces and forms Glowing gasses and lights and technological might Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene I'm being chased, followed and stalked like a gazelle by a lion Under attack by an ever-present force Running, running and hiding. The palpable fear stunning. Sweeping requiem I've been here before Tiptoe out of darkness and into a scene I trace the books on the shelf a compendium of worldly knowledge. The bed with white linen, a mirror with a white frame embellished with carved gold lace, and a crib Just down the hall A room with white walls, airy sweeping blue curtains A painting of a tree in indigo and a rocking chair I always stand in the doorway, nothing to say. Staring in a room, as if I know this space, this room, while I hear an old comforting tune Waiting for someone, what feels like a Millennium.

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