As I lie in wake my body wedged between consciences, I dream a dream like no other, a dream of sadness, of happiness, a dream of fear, of peace, yet, I lie
Awake
And backwards my dreams take, through cobbled streets and ally ways, backyards and worn trails effects spiralling between realms, consciences I cannot tell though
as I lie wondering when sleep borrows my soul though a watered down death one that reverses, giving life, forwards, backwards concealed beneath the darkness