so dead, you dream

In this dream
somewhere in the middle
they exist all around you

floating blissfully
unaware that you sleep
so dead
you dream
so dead

so silently stuck in this sticky state
of affairs
Sticky subconscious

They climb onto ladders
to fix
clean the fan

No, they don’t bother you

they come back through the bolted door
to get their spectacle

unaware that you sleep
 so dead
 so dreamy

You see them
feel their voice
So silent

stuck in this state
of a partial lull

Dead but breathing
but not quite
but way too real
After a while
they silently fade

No goodbyes
they leave


that you sleep
that you live


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