I looked through the window
Escher dreamed of better things.
Bells, melodic sound.
Instead of atrophy.
Reality torn askew.
Blurring fantasy.
Contorted, distorted deja-vu’s
Stairs and walls moving.
Inside, inside outside,
Revolving, becoming.

Inertia and vertigo.
Too much!
I turned to an eye.
above
Massive, glaring.
Is it real?
I poked it and it screamed.
Quickly Tumbling after me.
Faint and dizzy I began to feel.

In this weird diminsion.
Lost….
Beyond redemption.
For dreaming these vivid dreams.
I looked behind, still there.
Tick, tick, tock,
Time slowed a beat
Quickly dodged and hit a jaberwock.
Inconsolably angry.
A rush to the head,
So very faint……darkness.

I woke up at a desk.
It’s raining.
Beautiful rain.
The Dali clock reads 6am.
Just dreaming again.
just dreaming.

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