The sleep

It came without warning
Allowing each vision implantation
Pulsing in purple and red and blue
Nothing will move
Isolated in time and sleep
Nothing propels

Mourning ropes everyone down
Where pits of sand and darkness
Birth tight throats, tears-words caught
Each carefully laid plan
Will not withstand this subconscious
Lucid reality

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