The toilet seat snapped down from it's upward position
my head lifted from the pillow and my eyes returned 20 20 vision
I cautiously checked it out afraid at being woken by such a random
and purposely provoked noise the suspicion of some supernatural force
Conspiring against yours truly, the dastardly witching hour I twitch
The neighbors air conditioning unit turns on I turn out the switch
And picture obscured faces on shadows that huddle in the corners of my room
In minutes I was back there, the place I always long to be inside slumber
Getting freaky on dream emotions, the outside world, it's real ghosts and fictions
well they could all go and perform leisurely fornication with the utmost friction
Because in sleep I was back there with those trillion visions
My circulating and revolving innerself's infinite collision
And so I couldn't care less about demons and phantoms' plight
riding dimensions to come haunt me between dawn and night
My flesh was abandoned I was somewere intangible
Somewhere purely theoretical
somewhere I had more power than over the physical realm
I move inside it all, even outside of it, happily overwhelmed
The little control I got creating a rhapsody in my head
Valuable ambrosia were these very words thread
into the boring dimension heavy overlit and thick
currently pretending to read this ethereal trick
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