Odyssey of REM
I never could
fully remember
a dream
snatched from
other levels
of mind
activity
by the everyday beep
bleeding light
sounds in the hall
enthusiastic birds
to grasp
at every time
colours
a face
and miss
travels in a universe
that I
cannot access
of my own free will
willingly
consciously
unless it is
past 1am
I wish to
meet the people
who dwell in
the closets of my mind
the cities that lie folded
in drawers
until I enter REM
some of those trees
houses and front lawns
feel explorable
familiar
strange sensation
of wanting to revisit
images you couldn’t draw
verbal description lacking
people without
skin warmth
imagined up
parts of me?
or fragments of
the souls
met and left
on the bus
imprints of their
worries, baggage
and destination
stuck in
my cortex
like dust
by mistake
appearing
and then exiting
every night
every day of my life
from whence they came
from the impulses
contained
behind my eyes.
Love,
Muse
A.N.: Is this where deja vu comes from? Maybe you forget the things you see in dreams then they walk into you on the street. Like strangers crashing into you on the way to an appointment.
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