In this dream
somewhere in the middle
they exist all around you
floating blissfully
unaware that you sleep
so dead
you dream
so dead
so silently stuck in this sticky state
of affairs
Sticky subconscious
They climb onto ladders
to fix
to
clean the fan
No, they don't bother you
they come back through the bolted door
to get their spectacle
unaware that you sleep
so dead
so dreamy
You see them
feel their voice
So silent
Frozen
stuck in this state
of a partial lull
Dead but breathing
alive
but not quite
Dreaming
but way too real
After a while
they silently fade
No goodbyes
they leave
Unaware
that you sleep
that you live
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