Dream after Dream

The world within a world,

Is a story that never gets old.

As time alternates inward and outward,

My third eye connects the invisible cord.

Thoughts begin to gather as a sea of buzzing flies,

Making me sense the world through a thousand different eyes.


Do this say that, watch this learn that, eat this taste that,

Climbing this spiraling double helix, results into that spineless trip out.

Oh but I sometimes forget that this could only be a dream,

Or just another inscrutable part of an endless stream.

Colors begin to swim into my consciousness,

As I paint my own capriciousness.


Sound Vibrations trend my thoughts as an everlasting mixture,

Which is strumming my mind one rainbow of some perfect picture.

As I watch a flock of geese fly by a deathless clock,

I realize my mind is key for this timeless lock.

I attract positivity to get away from all of that negativity,

They share a morality in my world which I now call a tranquility.


Feeling this touching that, seeing this and tasting that,

Hearing this saying that, smelling this and dreaming that,

I remember I am in control, not some clueless fish or cat.

I wake up to find myself lucid, knowing that this is just another hallucination,

I begin to feel so vivid, surely it has to be an illusion,

Free will, free thought, this is that One conclusion.


I observe the infernal Star sleep as the juxtaposing, mystic Moon wakes,

Suddenly each molecular galaxy creates a million unique snowflakes.

All of my fears are suddenly broken,

Surely I have to be willingly joking.

The tree of blood flows as a river through my equinox,

As I walk this plain of grass without anyone’s socks.


This immaculate wind circles around me in an endless rotation,

Feeding me this oxygen I now call a hallucination.

The ground shrinks beneath my feet,

Sweeping my mind oh so ever deep.

As my bones break in this tornado,

My thoughts explode into a volcano.


I'm at peace with loving this perfect inner soul matrix,

For the crease of timing has come to this double helix.

I lived a wild life as I journey on this phenomenal flight,

Memories turn to dreams as I fly towards this dimensional light.

My senses are reborn and I realize that I been here before,

It turns out this is another dream in that perpetuating floor.

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