I close my eyes easily…
A drift of my lids to all dreams…
No slumber, mere silent communion, where
Nothing appears as it seems…
Where ease is no burden, no offering
To idleness, no easy aspire,
No guarantee of all happiness
But freedom to seek out desire…
No moments of misery for any,
For one, not even a few,
Not licence but liberty needed
To seek, to fulfil what is due…
From purpose for lonely existence,
Entrenching the cause of a soul,
Harnessed to physics and chemistry,
Released on completion of goal…
I close my eyes easily…
Awaken…
All of life but a dream,
Perception
One moment’s causation,
Light flickered…gone…never seen…
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