Not Again

All the ventifacts polished by the Wind’s constant attendance. The Sphinx laid down for ten thousand year nap, the Wind nudged but could wake him or wear him away. Noble resting in the Twilight, the Air a rose cape and the dry breeze a cap. All was wonder in the Realm of Dreams. R 2 to M. 2 to L and M. Fraught with the impossible realities binding on those there. Rose Red and Snow White passed you by, and you of cinders you’ve had your fill. In a land where the birds talk and stand still and the Moon shines like the Sun, it’s tough to escape back awake. All for home, Sun in the window and relief from the dreams that stuff the the pillow. Rise for the new day, wake up, wake up, wake up...

The fool stands in the garden overlooking the Sea.

That was after a confused border that argued with the trees, the axes and anger out. What is the purpose of this? Wake up, wake up, wake up! There is anger on the face of the clock and calanderl, it didn’t trip the spell check, besides it’s a dream get out of the way.