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I fell asleep
Internally, every bit of me fell into dreams.
My heart entranced, my lungs had fantasies,
the blood that runs through me, it too drifted off.
everything below the skin, it all fell to a sandy slumber.

I have ten fingers, two hands
but in this state they no longer belong to me.
They are disconnected... running fingernails down finely sanded stairs.
My feet, they run without me down distant ever changing sceneries,
but my eyes, my eyes are my own... and they are open.

these eyes, they send orders to my fingers, my feet, my lungs...
They dart from left to right, begging for any sort of awakening.
With an unheard scream, these eyes of mine plea for life.
beg this body to jump, to dance, to move....
my eyes are open... but my body wants no part of it.

it seems years pass...
my body in beautiful sleep,
my limbs dancing in dream.
eyes crazed and lonely...
I wonder, if at this point.... would I let myself wake up?
or let this great decline of my body overtake me?

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my eyes
loved the idea of the lungs having fantasies... the complete anatomy of sleep. Engrossing and original read, this. thank you.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: December 12, 2006 )

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