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In Dreams
I can't sleep
while I'm dreaming,
Tossing and turning
through all the trees burning
running my hands through motor oil
to aluminum foil for some
alchemaic formula for courage,
Short skips in wild flowers
become thunderous jumps at all hours
While I'm flying through nimble clouds
with numbed out faces
passing judgement
at the springing passerbys,
Short crys and long exhales
sitting next to the rabbits singing
Where will they go when
all the luck has ran out
and the feet have been severed
to stick in those quarter machines
that you begged mom for after an
afternoon out of buying groceries
begging to her legs tethered,
Sick of sailing through the sky
with a vessal of dried blood
taken from the fortune teller's eyes
hovering over roof tops of candy shops
shouting,"There's room for you and I!",
I moved on to digging through
the core of the crust
the meat of the mantle
till soon the earth's blood
begins cinging my fingers
then turning my skin
to something sinister,
Where are we in these dreams?
Where are we in these dreams?
is this the natural state of things?
or I am still dreaming?
What's real and what's reality?
Sitting in a pool of paint thinner
questioning my spirtuality
I've lost my inner peace
running through streets
pleading the dream is never ending
even if my heart ceases to beat
and the brain decides to stop thinking
We will forever be in dreams I believe
Me, you, and everyone we meet
