As I Slumber
my dendrite highway glides into spiritual realms
unbidden, unhurried, unsanctified by conscious me
meditative unawareness solidifies into dreams of the dead
bioluminescent shapes and songs form enticing my psyche
I slumber blissfully unaware and yet here is piece of me
The piece I am not in touch with during the daylight hours,
constructing, creating, and misconstruing my next day
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