...

spontaneously-

reality sings to me

in the synchronicities

of infinite possibilities,

which I see in my dreams

every time I go to sleep

thinking of the why's

what if's and of time's

bind in mortal minds,

finding symphonies

of science curiosities

playing with strings

woven of things

we only imagine

in passing-

fasting-

on lasting impressions

feeding our obsessions,

subconscious suppressions

-processions of visions

in possession of missions

put together in prisons

perceptions are fixed in

based on experiences,

held in the confidences

of our reminiscence-

insistent on consequences

we don't have to live with,

inherited by consciousness

when we wake again

in the foggy bend

of remembering

the adventuring

preferring

of lucid

authoring

-M.E.

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