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Tyranny of Conscious Thought  Stars white on the beaded sky, parchment dry, Are shimmering kites, held in fat fingers and taking Off, the shifted waters where the trees, joined, lie Motionless, delicate as a swallow's flight Hissing morning alarms crack the oasis The brain snapping the pipes of the room together, Coordinates of walls, pools of old light, shut doors Memory saddling that escapade of reality The dates, the calls, the texts, tweets, tormenting The mind’s once sacred ability To not function Snooze is a tease, a rear view glimpse. Pulling God’s wrist to get just one more swift inhale Of the waterfalls and glistening emerald leaves of Eden Before the inevitable takes its daily hold Around the throat of the world Of responsibilities, finances, careers, love affairs But just a whiff, the crystal trees fall into the cobalt lake Mercury, dripping, pools at the hairline Of thought, in the margins of the mind Lowering the gates of the mind, relieving The pressure of conscious thought Just let me hit snooze again. Let me levitate in the parabola Rather than make sense of it In this sleep of reason #Unreal #Poetry #SarahSchwister #ElizabethGilliamHedgepath #Dreams #Sleep #WakingLife #Consciousness Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.  CommentsComments are closed.
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