CONSCIOUS MIND



Consciousness creeps over me like a veil

Slithering into my head like a snake

Paranoid, flicking and twitching its eyes this way and that

Plotting and scheming, constantly assessing

It’s coils wrap tightly around the innocent child

Suffocating it until it’s gone

Then it curls up, satisfied

In it’s ill-gotten lair



In a dream we were all seagulls

Diving from great heights

And breaking just above the sea.

We were travelling on a train along the coast

Watching birds fly up along the marshes in the glistening sun.

Everyone was there

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