Am I Dreaming
AM I DREAMING
Momentarily, I stop and freeze
every worldly movement and
activity. As I consume myself
into each one of them I ask
myself, ‘am I dreaming?’ my
mind moves to and fro the
realm of imaginations and
thoughts laboriously
endeavoring to overhaul its
wondrous question, ‘am I
dreaming?’
I slice myself off reality, while
floating in space my mind
engulfs reality and all earthly
entities and puts them under
ratiocination I still hear a voice
whispering from within my
head, ‘am I dreaming?’
I then start to analyze all
environments and focus only on
those preponderating. I look
and penetrate my eyes through
impenetrable penetrations, and
I begin to see, ‘is this realistic?’
I ask myself.
I see blameless bloodshed, I
see sin in its whole ugliness
pouring out of people’s mouths,
I see envy in people’s eyes, I
see extravagancy, and I see
impoverishment and its twin:
penury.
I stand still and maintain
silence, I hear a roaring noise,
and I ask myself what it is. It is
heavy blustering winds both
from east to west and west to
east acting as a transportation
medium for sinful noises, I hear
ill words from the east, I hear
blasphemous voices from the
west, and I hear
misconceptions.
I hear and see offensive insults
and figures respectively, they
shake my whole body vigorously
and I feel like waking up
abruptly because of the terror
and horror in my dream. Am I
dreaming?
Alva kanyika -
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