Pillow Ships
On winds of sleep in pillow ships
I sail outside the mind,
in waters lost to those awake,
impossible to find.
Beyond the realm of consciousness,
with canvas tightly sewn;
across the briny sea of id
I navigate alone--
to harbor on the continent
of antimatter thought,
where magic lives to show me things
reality forgot.
Copyright © Dean Neighbors | Year Posted 2011
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