
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