The nether land slips away,
between sleep and wake,
where nothing can be done or undone,
and the jewel of life
begins to sparkle
each link coming into view.
The dragon-tail of dream fades,
its fantasy losing its grip;
the chain of consciousness
growing, bringing its own confinement.
And do you bring the dragon with you
on its own long- trailing chain,
distant now but connected
by the dream of day.
The day has dragons
of its own.
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