Hypnagogic Rune

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Hypnagogic Rune (Diminishing Verse)

Treading within my memories, overwrought words will spin.
I fasten fancy daydreams together with an imaginary pin.
Identities, the most needless means around, creep in.

Voiceless minds immure during a vengeful spat.
Upon an abstract stone ludicrous reflections pat.
Familiar passengers following behind, their fantasies are converging at.

I think this is a fun verse but I'm not totally on board with how either stanza ends. "Creep in" and "converging at" seem a little disjointed and ... dare I say lacking finesse (I'm sorry!)?

I think you've got something here but it might help to rework those last lines to add a little punch.