Lucidity
Close your eyes.
And imagine.
A perfect night before the alarm comes off.
When the morning comes, nothing is good.
~only until my eyes close.
And sometimes. . .
~I feel like death is better—
Death. . .
To sleep in an endless trance
~forever,
Is a dream.
The dream of peace and love,
~blazing hot like a blue fire so hot it’s freezing—
The blue snakes slithering up slowly.
Steadily.
Higher and higher—
Though it’s warming, I forget that it burns.
It might only last one second,
But it gives me power.
~Power for the rest of my day,
Even if it’s just a fantasy or a nightmare—
~brutal, sweet, and bitter.
Here, Time is under my control—
~stopping and playing at my will.
Then the light came,
And woke me up,
~woke me up to the real world.
Now open your eyes,
To be exposed.
And I’m falling. . .
Down into my shadow. . .
~Into the joys, sorrows, tragedies, fears, and loves. . .
Of life,
All come back to me.
And I wish I had never opened my eyes,
Until the black moon triumphs over
The sun and swallows the stars,
~when I finally fall into a luminous sleep,
Where nothing goes wrong and I will always be safe.
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