Lately I've been dreaming in vague riddles
of deep sleep scenes in broken segments
I Can't make heads or tails of this
Blurry vision
Subconscious schisms
Turn the pages
and step on in...
Tender curves
naughty yearnings
of burning wanton flesh
deep inside my maiden depths
To myths and tales beyond the virgin veils
To the poetic Gods whispering verses
making words collide in the center of my soul
bursting and exploding outwardly infinitely
Inhuman things you hope aren't real
Obtuse lessons Shadow blessings
Seems like reality but I can't tell
If there's deeper meaning
or mental cleaning or even
prophecies within
Yet daily I ponder the elusive wonders
that ferment in my mind
when I'm out cold
Pulses racing The dark embracing
Flying high above worlds
But when the horizon breaks
and now I'm awake
How may I grasp
the oddities
my sleeping
mind creates
By Samantha Campbell
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