Dreams like these

they wake me with

my guts on the table

of my story

I treasure that moment

when all the garbage of this reality

melts....

and gives me the real,

the core,

the lava,

the eruption

of life

Of speak

of something to say

this is the story

It's what goes under

when I wake to unconsciousness

It's what keeps me here

in the wrong place

looking for it again

in the wrong place

It lives in my dream

That is the truth

It's the feel of me

of the

sleep to the sound of

My Heart breaking

against the Lie

to crack open The Song

hanging to every particle

until

each whispers away

to sleep again

to nonlife

The Machine

And here I lay

waiting to feel again

Oh this Day

This Moment to get the gift

only to watch it collapse and melt away

and to pretend through today

until we meet again

this Truth and I.