I walk in concrete

My eyes filed with lead

Sleep, it’s tenacles knotted

This world calls, line’s busy

Flashes of images fade before me

Alarms, then sound and fade

Dreamscapes reach my eyes

Familiar images dance with illusions

Split screens combine and separate 

My eyes struggle to enter my world

The brain pushes me through

My mind brings piecemeal things

I move like a slug trying to shake it

I expect imaginary things for coffee

I don’t expect to stay awake


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