The dreams rage on like an angry river.
The message is there but to me,
I cannot decipher.
This enigma is a web;
I am tangled but I tend to wield
equanimity like a sword.
The ethereal dreams, like an unobtainable goal…
I deeply yearn to understand.
Why does Creator bring me to this place?
Night after night,
I wait for some eumoirous lesson.
I crave the education.
When I wake up, there is no euneirophrenia.
There never is, and the message evanesces away.
The fabular set up dies.
I am left sleep-addled from such a pipe dream
constructed purely of hope.
I am wistfully aware of the highs I’m chasing.
About the Creator
Suge Acid Hawk
Been writing since I was a child. I am a Snohomish/Skykomish native. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I love doing anything creative and artistic. Tips are welcomed and encouraged ;). Support indigenous artists. ƛ̕ub ʔəsʔistəʔ
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