I wake from a false-flashed recurring dream
Flushed stuttering soaked in cold sweat
Heart beating out a old bent out of tune rhythm
Shimmers of hope dripping from my fingertips
As salt fades in time down the lines of my cheekbone
Looking at the crescents in my fluttering palms
Feeling the bleached light filter past my corneas  
Gasping out struck by the wonder
Will this ever cease to be?