Poetry Hypnopomp

[Mysterier]

The world is a labyrinth
Of shifting shadows. I am lost,
Drowning in a sea of dreams.

The walls close in around me,
And I can feel the cold breath of the night
On my neck. I am afraid,
But I cannot move.

I am trapped,
In a world of my own making.
I am the dreamer,
And the dream.

I am the world,
And the world is me.

I am everything,
And nothing.

I am.

 

[Mjäll]

Succinct and humbly bold

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