The Waking Dream
I begin the delusion by shutting my eyes
waiting for the sweet delicious forgetfulness of sleep
And tucked in that nocturnal bliss they came at first slyly with calm oceans covered by oil spills reflective rainbows of diaphanous dragon fly wings
that morph into black tumultuous massive waves
oceans rising
houses shaking crumbling bridges as I wobble over
hissing raging rivers then the dreams offered no escape,
as they unfolded their own kind of mad reality:
Men chasing me with knives,
my my family sees me and I a complete stranger I try to convince them of the life we once had
Sleep to wake wake to sleep
Like a chain of nested prisons
I wake to find the nightmare real I sleep to find the nightmares real
And I wonder in reverie in lucid morning
Hamlets soliloquy: "Oh what dreams may come"
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