"All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream."
I tried, with opiad thoughts
to clean the deep gashes
of matter from the inner wall
in a night or is it day?
Am I having visions Alice
had with the Madhatter
smiling like a dysfunctional
Cheshire cat?
I'll save a red rose
for the queen.
An altered state of
disconnected neurons
ravaged laudnum hopes,
this kaleidoscopic dream
just keeps reoccurring
in brittle synapses
recycled.
So go right ahead
tell the queen
off with my head,
sweeping the pieces
to be kept for a
colorful and brilliant legacy
amid the hushed roar.
betwixt a dream
within a dream.