If you rise again stale
There is something of you waiting
To be collected
Your hands remember the shape of dreams
Your legs remember running through them
But no memory of the dream remains
When you refuse the easy road
Conjuring the lucid dream through your effort
You enter another agreement with sleep
No promise of true rest
You dance in an open eye hot and organic
Searching for abstract place to exist
You push until your mind objects REM regular downfall
You push until permission becomes the only outcome
Every breath becomes part of a subconscious bargain
Every movement asks for the images, the emotions
And finally an awakening to a new understanding
When you finally wake and no sense sirs on the edge of the bed
There is no internal applause no resolution the way there used to be
Only your heart beating inside you and the coldness of morning
Knowing you went somewhere and forgetting
Simply a migrant with amnesia
Seeking your pillow when in fact...
When living entwined with the brutality of life
Proves too much
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