I spent
2/3 of life
asleep…
living unfettered
for the
rest
~behind closed eyes~
who’s to say which world is real
and if said—
with what credibility?
what IS real anymore, dontcha wonder?
you find your own truth
imbue your own meaning
and even mob mentality
is subject to perception…
The best thing about
this fraction of
“real me time”
~besides the flying dreams~
is the knack for waking up
before impact.
before shoes drop
before hands grab
&
hammer falls
Something that doesn’t happen in
the waking world
sleepwalking thru
these smothering
times
the third
(when the “we” doesn’t rouse)
the better realm
in which to believe.
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