Dreams cannot congregate;
each to it's misty field
lain in a wash of dew.

As champions stumble into defeat
and emperors find occasion to bow
it's understandable to clutch at any 
hope, vision or glowing augury
but dreams don't explain themselves 
nor come to wooden agreements.
A metaphor of a metaphor
resisting translation 
honest interpreters
shall joyfully concede
basking in ...

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