Five Nights, One Dream

Five Nights, One Dream

Through five nights of slumber,
only one lent a dream,
to its incapacitated-captive audience

What does it mean?
When you awake from REM,
and wish to return, if only possible to complete the sequence

Though I cannot recall every detail,
the dream remains with me,
changing my outlook

And when I return, this sequence will be complete,
showing reality as it truly exists
neurons firing in chemical capacity

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This entry was posted on February 20, 2011. It was filed under Chemical Poetry .

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