your dreams are close at hand.
they are hiding in the darkness somewhere.
ready yourself, light a match to lead the way.
no. let them find you, wait here in the silence.
relax and watch the panoramic play out on the back of your eyelids.
before you realize it they have crept their way to the front of your mind.
smile and breath and feel them console you.
but in an instant they retreat, as your pupils contract to the light of the world
that is waiting at the gates of your lashes,
pounding miserably, yelling in tongues,
interrupting your recollections of your greatest thoughts.
preventing your desperate escapes.
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