Asleep I
wake
Flickering
images
Strands of
light
Play out in
the thickets of my mind
People I
know
Doing
things I do not know
Actors in
surreal silence
Miming
stories I do not understand
These
phantoms,
Are they
just
The cataloguing
of overwrought mind
Into dewy
system of forgetfulness
Or do these
apparitions speak
The silent
language of inner mind
When consciousness
into
Slumber
slips
Awake, I
wake
Memory in
hazy confabulation
And in the
silence of blurred consciousness
I wonder,
did I
Dreaming
sleep or
In my sleep
dream
Or is my
life a dream
In someone
else’s sleep
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