Awake Or Sleep

I have no morning times left.
I am awake in my sleep
and sleep though I wake.

This life experience is not just a dream
it is a dream within a dream.

The mind that dreams me
walks on soft, silent slippers
through the lens of a light-box

taking pictures of the never was,
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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