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Click heretossing turning
early morning
dreams dreamt
cars, cats and cotton wool
floating in an endless sea
inquiring minds
want to know
how a dream dreamt me
waking up is easy
just accept and let go
but no
if only
hang on...
a minute longer
concentrate
on not concentrating
don't think the thought
not those words
It's only a...
no! shhh!
look, waves, pretty, see?
distraction, delusion
maybe maybe
saved from sanity
to this time
one time only
maybe see
if impact impacts
in the no man's land
of not quite real
when I hit surface
at whatever counts
as terminal velocity
around here
will I feel?
will imaginary
surface scorched skin
ever heal?
and when lungs breathe
ghosts of water
and I slide
into the numb
maybe maybe
dreams dreamt
will become real
because
who knows what happens
when dreamers believe
there is nothing else
to wake up to
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,000 poems.
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But you didn't answer that long eternal question that if you die in your sleep, will you ever wake up?
wow!! excellent display of your way with words..my favorite part-
and when lungs breathe
ghosts of water
and I slide
into the numb
I know that feeling, its intoxicating, love this poem :)