The upright slumber
Do I sleep when am upright?
A heavenly day and a beautiful life,
A day I live again and again.
Though the office, as we talk,
Or is it just a sleep walk?
A true experience that I see,
That vapour over my afternoon tea.
Or maybe a lived emotion,
Or merely just a practiced motion,
On repeat, till it maybe be,
That I have an odd, rare instance
Of lucidity, dreamless, sleepless,
A realization of my existence,
Voidless, transparency.
But here I go back to sleep,
Into that dream, into the deep
That plays over and over on repeat.
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