Asleep I wake
Flickering images
Strands of light
Play out in the thickets of my mind
People I know
Doing things I do not know
Actors in surreal silence
Miming stories I do not understand
These phantoms,
Are they just
The cataloguing of overwrought mind
Into dewy system of forgetfulness
Or do these apparitions speak
The silent language of inner mind
When consciousness into
Slumber slips
Awake, I wake
Memory in hazy confabulation
And in the silence of blurred consciousness
I wonder, did I
Dreaming sleep or
In my sleep dream
Or is my life a dream
In someone else’s sleep

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