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Dreaming-Demon
Poems
Oct 2017
Sleep Deprived
I see the darkness of my space,
I feel the depth of mind.
I think on time and how to trace
the future for my kind.
I live the past and days disorder
talking to your ghost.
Then I drift beyond the border
with my dreamy host.
Thinking on the beauty of the gift
that was bestowed.
Tripping through the rift
with humans thinking something's owed.
I dwell on past and futures sold
and how to face the day.
I feel the rhythm getting old
when midnight turns to gray.
I hear the silence constant chatter
rattle in my brain.
And how our souls might vaguely matter on a different plane.
I daze in darkness of your dawn,
I taste your mystery.
I can not slow the ride I'm on
to seize my destiny.
I hear the planet passing by
as colors dance in view.
I think on death of you and I
and people that I knew.
I lay in bed awake at night
and race through memory.
I think on breath beyond our sight
and my humanity.
#dark
#life
#society
#strange
#metaphor
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