dreams, Sleep

Corporeal Blackout

My drowsy feetβ€”
pulls this face from its earthly shell
When entering sleep
The cleaving mind unravels
the coiled dead metaphors
And cast my projections into a lucid surprise
While my quivering body hangs
like the swinging bell moon

In time my little ghost,
will have to venture back through
The amnesiac windows
to dress in its bestβ€”
intuitions

Poem & Art: NaRa

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