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Slumberance
Like a vivid dream can keep one in sleep
Begging for time in Hypnos’ keep,
I drifted o’er soft purple mountains’ crests
Skimming the ocean with flitting feet
When I lost control and fell to the ground
There, a white door in a field, I found
Opened, ajar, with yet another behind
Withered, forbidden and forcibly bound
I pushed through the barriers
With all my might
‘Fell into a pool of deepest mind
Beckoned through a tunnel,
I tore through it at its side
Revealing static, fuchsia limbo
Buzzing around inside
Like soft pink petals and grey linen in dance
This world’s gaping belly swallowed me in a trance
Until I forced my eyes open and knew beginning as end
This strange land would keep me if given the chance
Published in Not Ready for River Styx, a poetry anthology, 2023.
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