What snaps us back
to reality
faster
than a glimpse of our own death,
a slap in the face,
or an unseen voice calling our name?
What draws us away,
further
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
