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Sep 2017
Dreams,
an odd reality

I sleep and see me
occupying
a space in space
and sometimes think
the dream I'm in
thinks I am dying.

Then I'm flying
haphazardly
exotically
******? me?
well
it's been known.

In dreams I pitch and yaw
dreaming of a thing I saw
forgetting what I'm dreaming for
and then I dream some more.

To differentiate between the
waking and the dreaming state
I keep a safety pin
to stick into my skin,

dreamers seldom do that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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