My Lucid Dream

My Lucid Dream
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We arrive in a rushing lucid dream,
falling stars and angel’s dust,
this trip has no particular theme,

Our indefinite and unconscious state,
is blown away to dream-like ecstasy,
seduce the colours and clean the slate,

Racing all the vibrant lights and shapes,
leaving behind only a current and a concept,
infinite is flying without capes,

A flicker of light radiates in the air,
psychedelic signal fire above our heads,
our alertness has naver been so bare,

But we awake from our coma to needles & pins,
numbness followed by clouded pictures & memories,
amnesia is the hangover for our sins.





2 thoughts on “My Lucid Dream”

  1. I had to read the poem more than once to try to understand it. It is nice about dreams but it may be to complex for me to understand!

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