"Longlive" Cursed a Wise Sorcerer

A long time ago,

a wise sorcerer once told me

that every night, from then on,

I will soundlessly

fall asleep

and have a peacefully

lucid dream

of a far better world.

 

That night...

 

I fell asleep

soundlessly.

 

The following night...

 

I dreamt

peacefully

of a world

far better.

 

This night...

 

just like every other night

for the last century

my wretched gift

will, once again, be unwrapped.

 

I will soundlessly

fall asleep

and have a peacefully

lucid dream

 

of nothing.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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