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Lucid Dreams

Early on this morning,

Before I had a chance

to regain my revelation

in whimsical daydreams,

I watched the sun rise

I watched it bleed into

a grey winter sky

that was settling

itself in the glory

of morning blue

I have defeated myself;

In my victory, 

I will revel in life

So that I might 

craft a self that

lives forever

that dances

through the

consciousness of future

strangers who want

to bring me back

to a waking life.


  1. i have had a similar experience :) I'm really happy for you and your victory. Ill send you the poem i wrote when i had mine, if you like. I only show it to people who understand and there are few and far in between.


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