In an ununited mind
The shutters close
And a depeserate,
soft darkness comes.
Begin then the endless rolling,
The violet, the black
Of the uncolored.
The spatial void,
A convened beam to a pinpoint
Between my eyes.
If I will it, and I often do
I can travel through.
The deepest depths to discover!
Not even barely I creep,
Inmost breadth is never full,
Stead it rolls and rolls.
In the hue of every color
Made in slumber that my
wanderings will wonder
Beyond where I can reach.
Somewhere lost my body
Cocooned in paralysis
Builds and collects fear
So that my eyes snap open,
Knowing not where I've been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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So that my eyes pop open knowing not where have I been.......and we close eyes again and again and wish to go back so desperately but never able to. These dream experiences so dear to writers, are just so well depicted in your poem. Thank you for sharing.