LENS

sweet shut eye drifts
along the pitfalls of
elaboration float away
on a whispering breeze
the body of change subsides

thoughts in constant flux
betwixt in between a
cinematic porthole that dwells
within a skull never shown to any

a seamless pattern of jumbled
images running through each other
bespoke in lavish detail

an evaporated cloak of awareness
within the cranium of invention
a thought provoking dimension

a dreamer’s tale that lay in wait
unyielding to reality our subconscious
mortality

illuminating a mind with thought
the treasures that it brought
my woken day never gave what
sweet shut eye sought