Dreamer and the dreamed
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Written: February 19, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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as an entity in the dream, we conjured
we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
how then may we wake up when we are in trance
in bondage to illusions we ourselves streamed
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Through the scenery of my reflected mind,
Where phantasm and sentience intertwined.
I clumber caught in an inanimate dream,
Where nothing is genuinely what it may seem.
We are creators and thralls in this dreamscape,
We foster a weaving of sycophancy and serape.
Many fallacies entwine with each strand of truth,
As skeptics, we lack a grasp on what is smooth.
Perhaps it's time to question what we hold as real,
To probe the depths of our collective, waking feel.
Only when we confront the truth we made,
Can we begin to shatter the illusions we parade?
Reflections shimmer on the spectrum glass,
Where restrictions of existence gingerly pass.
Subtly blending jointly, the dreamer and dream,
Where illusions' constraints begin to stream.
Am I profoundly watching or am I the watcher?
Without a grounding, afloat as a space monster.
The self breaks down within a specific design,
Where exterior limits and inner sublimity shine.
Through the blackness and the splitting light,
Coming out of the shadowy shapes of our plight.
We probe the bedrock character of our state,
Also, stimulates every dubbed conceptual gate.
And so we rise, as a phoenix from flames,
With eyes ajar, and hearts no longer tamed.
We grasp a raw world, with a vision clear and bright,
And as the sojourn is sturdy, we'll walk into the light.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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