The Individual

"The Individual"

Imagination spreads in all directions

The Wildfire of the unseen

Allow this dream for just awhile longer,

Oh, how longed for is deep slumber

As colorful as October, warm as summer, yet relaxed as winter

This lucid dream we believe can not last forever

Day by day we hack at the lumber

Opening our eyes to new sunshine we are under

Slimmer the log becomes until we don't have much longer.

Our breath becomes shallow, fast or slow

Coming to a halt, a new siught begins to show

The ripples inside the trunk, once hidden, now visible

maybe we enter a new spiritual vesicle, or perhaps meet an overarching decider holding us liable

To choose a belief is easy on the mind and viable

though, i would rather float in the intangible dreams

of an imaginary individual

The individual

Jeff saker august 22nd