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Oneirodynia

As I lay sleeping, I dreamed of a caravan Chased by a hydra and a ten foot bogeyman As I slumbered, I saw a desert moon descending Monster lumbered as my arms were extending In my quiescent state, I murmured inaudibly Then I defended the procession most laudably In my night fantasy, my strikes had no strength My fists had no speed and my reach had no length My nocturnal imagination had surely run amok I lay awe struck like a sitting duck with bad luck Was it something I ate? The residue of the day? Was it guilt of past mistakes or something I didn't say? As my nightmare unraveled and I awoke I ruminated on all the feelings it evoked As I shook loose the cobwebs and gathered my wits I raised a middle finger to my internal abyss

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Date: 4/13/2020 9:29:00 AM
Very articulate play on words. Bravo!
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Date: 4/12/2020 12:27:00 PM
- Congratulations on your winning poem :) - // Anne-Lise :)
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