Waking Dream

The dream and the waking.
How thin the façade.
The sunshine is raining.
And clouds are abating the flow.

The dream and the waking.
The slight alteration.
It feels too real to be what they
conspire to call imagination.

The dream and the waking.
The rules are forsaken.
Satan ruling here and there.
Transparent eyelids keep the stare.

The dream and the waking.
The flow of the stream.
Consciousness that makes you scream.
Yet still, the blood keeps running on and on.

The dream and the waking.
As moon fills the sky.
Flying with the sun on high.
Until it disappears again.
("The end." is what they'd say right here.)

The dream and the waking.
Control all the shaking.
It's real...

? Michaelette ?

12/31/2002
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