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RE: Poetry of Phantastikon: The Dream After the Dream
I feel in this poem, the gravity of the climb. including the bruises, the sweat, the struggle to breathe as the air gets thinner as you ascend the monstrous mount. And I feel you breathing deeply once you make it to the top just to jump off and fly away, which you can do since its a dream. I hope you write more about what happens to us in the dream or your dream experiences.