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Nocturnal hallucinations enthrall

my mind in slumbering delirium.

Evolving from nothing I can recall,

the circumstances of these visions come

to dominate all else that I may know

of real-life concerns and day-to-day trusts --

sometimes with unknown purpose, some just grow

from nightmarish grief or unfulfilled lusts.


Till waking, I don't even think to try

to see past what I have let overwhelm --

the dreams so real and involving that I

do not conceive a world outside their realm.



Once I am up, I know that these were dreams:

Now I’m awake, at least that’s how it seems.

Created: Apr 23, 2014

Tags: sonnet, dreams, poetry, metered

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