
The Mirage Dream Following me around (a sonnet)
There was a newer world I entered once;
We always flew from one place to the next.
Blinked an eye and there I was; no distance;
The mirrors disguised me, I felt perplexed.
I want to leave - is this the afterlife?
The trees they told me there is no escape.
A storm took away an effortless life;
Trapped in the shadows I found no escape.
Glimpses of the past - is this a coma?
Why, I remember a sweet aftertaste,
But this was no euneirophrenia;
Surrounded in the dark, a nightmare taste.
Dawn brought a long forgotten dream in vain -
Before I knew it I was there again.
This poem is about:
Our world
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