By day Ben
runs the counter
at the local
pharmacy.
By night he
haunts as many dreams
as will admit
his spectral gifts receptively.
The spiritual
serum he administers,
undreamed-of
pharmaceutically,
permits Ben
then to infiltrate
receptive
reverie
like hungry plankton
seed the sea.
And when the
serum lets you wake,
you taste eternity.
.
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