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Clock-Master
I sometimes fall asleep in the
Day-time
Drifting away, in timeless suspension.
And sometimes,
I awaken,
To frozen reality.
A world of live statues, halted chaos,
encased in a void of sensation.
For days, months, and years,
I wander my hometown,
I wait, and wonder, and forget
Then as soon as I have released
My grip on this miraculous paradise,
The exhaustion of reality grips
me in frigid, heavy slumber.
Awake, and with fully prescribed
inhibitions, I dismiss
what I have seen.
But more importantly, I dismiss
What I have done.
It sounds like a misdiagnosed
It sounds like a misdiagnosed sleep disorder that is too heavily medicated, to tell you the truth.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
If only....
If only....
i could forget.... if only
i could forget.... if only