Well, well, well
So you’ve found yourself asleep,
somewhere in the vicinity of 5 a.m.
Sheets a tangled lover
between your thighs and
amongst one set of toes
A train horn blew and jostled you,
now you’ve fallen back asleep
and dropped into a dream
there are dreams and
there are dreams
An endless anxiety
of searching for
a class or books,
then taking a goddamned test
this dream is not that one
Or a conveyor belt of anguish
lurking exes following
your every move,
neither is this that
This is the one where
you’re riding smooth
you’re not necessarily flying
but you’re sure as hell at peace
The content doesn’t matter, be it
a strange and sprawling vista
the best languid sex of your life
magical sails of a thousand ships
It’s not so much the details that speak
to this state of perishable yet true
The plus is that it’s minus
nightmares that plague the conscious mind
days of collective dread at the rise of the sun
the rooster crows for thee
Your singular mind has launched its faceless glory
it exists in the vacuum of you
Nothing like it around,
the only place
you’d want to get stuck
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