The Don Quixote’s REM.

get the fireflies to beacon
in this licorice gloom!
sway the torrid nightmare
with the touch of your wet skin!

I know,
I should let you in,
to take over my reasoning
and leave no space
for the restless musing!

bring the horses!

release the butterflies and roses!

call the assemblymen!

she is coming in!
she is coming
to restart the windmill.

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