One Minute Dream

Sleep the sleep, 

Dream a dream, 
A minute is an hour here 

Awake at x, 
Asleep at y, 
Delivered to this world of z's 

No Space or time, 
Just endless beginnings, 
Lost in the abyss of never-ending impossibility 

Then awake again, 
Swiftly torn away, 
Bonds broken and returned to time ...


This poem is about: 
Our world


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