slipped out of the halucinations
fell away from the dreams of now.
your crisp voice beckoned reality
to enter me and abuse me once again.

yet i am not here-
i am your eyes assesing
the damage to your embattled psyche.

i am sleeping in your awakened state
and the dreams tonight are coming too late-
so it's repititon, slow motion
reality all over again.

03/24/2003

Author's Note: so... damn... tired!

Posted on 03/24/2003
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