My eyes opened
Countless dreamy dimensions
Colliding into some nearly forgotten
Painting of a lie
Tangibility
The only currency was the gold
Lamp light bouncing
The only thing left to buy
Time
We figured out where tomorrow was
Yesterday had long passed
Away
Into the realm of regrets and fond memory
Where we all find our pacifier
Self satisfaction
Is a horse with no reins
My eyes open.
Pale light dances down
the wall to your face.
My face feels
the blood rush of dehydration.
This body has traveled
many miles of time,
of darkness.
I am thirsty,
and it is a present condition.
I bathe in this light,
clean of the night.
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