It's a thing that will make a tiny door in your body
Transform the thick darkness of your consciousness
Into colored light
Rubber monsters march into the distance
You wade through a cloying river
A whip drives you along a glass road; breath blows things away
The body is gone
You look for your doors, try to enter
A gentle whistling assaults your ears
Beyond the world of waking, nothing lies in wait
One side of things is satin
The other is rough
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