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Waves Of Delta
The bees in my head wake and flutter,
wheel in circles around my mind stinging,
like they're shuffling the inside out.
They will die to force me awake and stutter
in remembrance of another day.
Lucid dreams gather for a temperamental sleeper,
far away from the gripe of consciousness.
Clutching it from the rapture of morning I
Blink in fustration of the open curtains
that filters through the light for an indecent bat.
A red-eyed epilogue of a hypersomniac.
I shut those curtains to give back those seven
waking moments tatooed to the back of my eye.
My brain is my hive, my cave,
Fluttering to a irreversible wake.
I want to be anchored down with delta waves
that nurse my dreams like the bliss of comatose.
It lets me surf my caressing dreams
Last edited by RunAmokRampant; 02-06-2006 at 05:08 PM.
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