The One Place I Don’t Think Is In A Dream

Staying up makes my contemplations scream

Our memories are strings on a guitar

The one place I don’t think is in a dream

White noise then takes me to an astral stream

Bleached, knotted trees sheathed in andesite

Thoughts and I trawling for comets and bream 

White noise fogs thoughts in a flooded light beam

And dreams just perform random, strident chords

The one place I don’t think is in a dream

The Bleeding Effect just blurs at the seam 

Tossing, turning, as immense quasars watch 

Staying up makes my contemplations scream

One sheep, two sheep, regain my self-esteem

Thrown into the unknown where you can’t breathe

The one place I don’t think is in a dream

To die, reawaken, or born to redeem

And, yet, the Moon looks closely, dreamless

Staying up makes my contemplations scream

The one place I don’t think is in a dream

© Niklen 3/3/22