Life, the Universe and Everything
We wake, alone, to the world, screaming!
Is that our first instinct, to wake screaming,
as if from a nightmare? Only we’ll see that
this reality, is the actual nightmare.
A dream within a dream, TRUE LOVE;
like steam to grasp, but vice-like once held.
A dream within the nightmare, living,
breathing, here. This is a true life. To live
without is but to live as a wraith, a shadow
of oneself, a metaphysical lie.
Poem #15
Published
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