My dialated pupils say
Bliss and to
Whisper sweet nothings
For nothingness begets itself in me
And we rise as one
floating on my feet
but everythings seems as though
It is from a dream
My vision is blinded
Yet I can see
Yet I can see and I scream in realization
Awaken, conscious with what erupted under
While I was under a spell
Bliss is wearing off
Wearing away my matter
As a stream of thoughts
Collide and I wonder
Am a wanderer
I’m rising to the surface
Blacked out and came back again
The haze became so great
So great I neared the point
where real and reality
Became two different things
To bear
Disclaimer: this poem was created from the universe within me. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.
This is an original poem imagined, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.
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Dreams are pretty cool. Your poem pretty much captured the essence of how dreams manifest for me. Again I say, you have a way with words!
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Well, actually…this one is about both dream and the reality within our physical sensibilities. Both are important, but we have to do a bit extra work to bring the flow of consciousness from our subconscious. We could learn lots about ourselves and the universe. Well, the metaphysics of it all! Thank you for your comments, I appreciate all of them!
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