What snaps us back

to reality


than a glimpse of our own death,

a slap in the face,

or an unseen voice calling our name?

What draws us away,


than the curvature of the Earth

and drives us insane?


Waking up

in the middle of a falling dream,

to find

it really wasn’t a dream

at all.

When your short flight

becomes a rapid,

uncontrolled descent,

upon whose name do you call?

Do you think they’ll hear you?


Crash down

into a morning world.

Unsubtle destruction,

raking, garish eyes

confronting you

from the bathroom mirror.

The truth,

before you slip on your disguise.


Exit the dream.

Enjoy the view.

Hope you packed your parachute.



HG – 2021

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