Liminalia
A Poem Suspended Between the Waking World and Ours
Awoken violently by a dream
Not a dream of violence
A crime of sorts
When your mind resorts to fusing the two
In belief they should be the new other
An indecipherable cipher
Is it one or two for life
What is this strife?
Stifling everything
She watches me work
Thinking nothing of it
But she loves it
Fallen on bended knee
What does this mean?
What is this image
It feels unclean
Yet
So
Familiar
I’ve been here before
I know this place
I know what is in every drawer
I’ve traced every inch of
Her face
Her face is always there
Now
Staring
Back at me
What does it all mean
Have I gone mad
In this place
Screaming out my desire
Into the void
Waiting
For an answer
Will she hear my call
Is it all just for my awe?
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Comments (4)
What is this double dreaming life we live and don't live all at once??? (also total side note, but I swear I've subscribed to you like 3 times now wth)
I've had experiences like this as well. Loved your poem!
Ah, those moments of stirring, not quite yet awake, & the things that go through the mind, wondrously captured here.
I love the alliteration of these two lines: "What is this strife?/ Stifling everything"