Being awake in the dreary dream
I started to look for the seam
I knew it was there;
It had to be
Yet no zipper appeared
And no thread was left free
Nothing would unravel the dream
The world might be
Panic caught me in the chest
It was blinding, and I forget the rest
I think there was fire, a great blaze of heat
Smoke engulfing me in a wreathe
Coughing and choking
Yet I couldn’t seem to untangle
The seathing wires above my head
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 2:49 PM UTC
Being awake in the dreary dream
I started to look for the seam
I knew it was there;
It had to be
Yet no zipper appeared
And no thread was left free
Nothing would unravel the dream
The world might be
Panic caught me in the chest
It was blinding, and I forget the rest
I think there was fire, a great blaze of heat
Smoke engulfing me in a wreathe
Coughing and choking
Yet I couldn’t seem to untangle
The seathing wires above my head
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