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Resong From Sleep

i woke from night feeling dreams
or memories reluctant to stay,
begin to slip from perception.
i tried and grasped
with my subconscious claws.
for all my struggles the memory fell to shreds,
but I remembered the bright
pressing on my sightless pupils.
and I heard not the murmurings described
in surfacing, but structured resonances.
those sounds that were meant to daze me;
make me want and behold horrors
tempted curiosity not appetite.
I slunk to trapped lows
till the bright,
the voices could find me in night.




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TinyVessel said...
Mar. 4, 2009 at 10:54 pm:
Thanks so much!
 
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Azncookiepirate said...
Mar. 4, 2009 at 4:05 am:
Wow!! I don't think I'll ever think about dreams the same way
ever again!!>.< That was beautiful!!^^ Nice work!...
I feel like a corny teacher...nice work! *thumbs up*
But really, this is terrific!!^^
 
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