sheep sheep sheep
sheep sheep sheep sheep
sleep.
S L E E P
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[[ WAKE ]]
W A K E
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[[SLEEP]]
Inside the land that borders sleep and wake
lost in myriads of stimuli,
tug and pull, tug and pull
where do you go?
Where do you cross?
Your once differentiated borders,
now almost symmetrical,
almost mirroring,
colliding,
crossing,
juxtaposing,
that you dream to live
you wake dead to the world.
You count sheep to escape
being counted as sheep.
Having crossed backwards to either borderlines,
could you still differentiate?
Or has your backward-crossing
altered you at 360
that you are lost in your mistaken orientation?
Twisted perception,
almost overriding objective sensation,
what you see,
you don’t get,
not really.
You are found twisting,
and turning,
restless,
fitful.
Asleep? or Awake?
Reality-crossing dream,
Dream-crossing reality…
but both won’t seem to blend,
where do you latch on to?
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