I am lying in my bed and night grows darker,
Darker, dark and
deep, and
slow, and
black.
From the deep blackness, from the nothingness comes
A violet light, suddenly I am immersed in it
And I am blinded.
My name is called, I am called and I find
I am in a school made of trees.
Creatures of no name call mine, hearken to me
Toward the lane of trees constituting a hall.
"Where am I? Can this be possible?" I query while
Elephants sprout wings, the darkness of the universe
Is shown through a black sky with the sun and moon in harmony,
They're finally together in one sky with all the stars.
Nothing seen is truly there, there is no escape from
The surreal majesty. I shake myself
and the red
numbers
of my alarm clock
Are the only light I see.
Dreams are nervous things.
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