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Insomnia
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Reality is extinguishing;
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remolding itself, leaving me puzzled
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as to what is, what isn’t.
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It’s all the same.
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I feel, when up is over there, and down – somewhere,
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that my mind is lost
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along this road of nothingness and existence.
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My forty winks being suppressed to open eyes,
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my mind lacks the energy it is so used to.
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It began the fourth night of my insomnia
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while hanging out my window,
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fire in hand,
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I give life to my addiction and compress my life span.
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My breath; a steady pale gray,
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every inhale bringing me deeper, and deeper
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into what seems not to be,
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but is all the same.
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The colorless clouds morph
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with the intention of stabbing
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at the realm of their surroundings.
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It has convinced me.
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I see what it wants to be.
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Inspired by this strange perception
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given from the cigarette,
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I long for more simplicity,
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a feeling, not an analyzation,
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as things are when we are young.
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My feet carry me past the back gated area,
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past the field, over the petty bridge.
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The trees, though I’ve grown, still tower over me,
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shadowing my entirety.
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I return to those youthful adventures
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of searching through the forests
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for something that will grasp my curiosity.
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The nature awards me
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with my new sense of its own awareness.
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The wind itself appears more tangible
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and the atmosphere more dimensional.
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With no discrimination, I hold every atom,
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every idea, and every entity
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with alike compassion.
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Oddly, I undergo infatuation with the scenery,
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an instinct to shed my flirtatious character
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upon the woodland shines.
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Yet, it is lost when actuality thrusts into play.
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Reality fears for loss of my sanity
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and parallelly I still do not suffer from this thought.
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I lie in the brush, arms spread
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like wings of an eagle.
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The earth refreshes my body,
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replenishes my soul.
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A flash of light, meets the flash of my life,
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followed by a low grumble in the distance.
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Seconds prevail into minutes,
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and my face drips, as though it is melting
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into the ground, into the madness
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of my dreamlike surroundings.
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Falling, deeper, farther, deeper.
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However long after, I wake.
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My body soaked from the foregoing shower.
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Leaves sticking to my body,
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I rise.
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All truth restored,
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exchanged with my body for the rest it needed.
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Looking back at all we people know as truth
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I ponder:
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‘Is this reality?’
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Very similar to what happened to me the other night

21 Mar 07


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