Cool dark down deep

Infinite weight restrains me in sleep

The blackness so dense

Encased in REM

Tickles of thoughts flutter my lids

Whispering demands hurry

Increasing in tempo falsetto tones

Beseeching in languages unknown

Fists pattering inside temporal lobes

Plunging my cranium in violent strobes

Screams of urgency incense me to action

But my mouth is clenched in paralysis traction

Tenors of desperation surge in symphony

Catapulting my frame bursting shackles of infinity

Voices beckon through parallel realities

Propelling my spirit in forceful flight

Salient shapes ooze and pulse with delight

Eidetic hallucinations of a child

Dressed in linen and lace

Pure white hair clouds of silk

Outstretched hands and cherub face

Distortions lingering in silver space

My captive escorts scream guttural threats

Inky plumes thrust out my guests

Eyes snap open deep painful breaths

Fevered delusions

Channels severed

End of my illusions

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

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