This magical land that I see in my waking dreams is
My dinner table
This desert landscape
Magic carpet in the clouds
This holy palace
Shining like a bubble
I'm awake, so near, so obvious
Its my own picnic blanket
The one I'm sitting on
Fibers stained with grass washed with Tide
Its the teacup in my hands
The mirror on my dresser
Why am I looking when
It's just behind my eyes?
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