My Escher Dream-(poem)

I had this weird dream one night, then I wrote a poem about it. At the end of my wits




and a long hallway,




too many doors to investigate.




Try number three or maybe four




'cause sleep won't come




no more.




Up the stairs,




an eerie feeling-




shadows lurk behind.




As I whirl around,




my mind is reeling-




no life do I find.




Twisting doorknob number five,




a trickster pulls the other side.




All my sanity says goodnight,




but sleep won't come




no more.




Who turned off the lights?




I cannot see my hand.




Thrown back but now let in,




to see his ether land.




I scratch my sleepy head,




wondering why no one is there.




Who led me down the hallway,




up the stairs,




and to his lair?




At the end of a dream,




and a long Escher night,




Sleep won't come




no more,




no more,




Sleep won't come




no more,




no more,




not without a fright.

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Tags:

• original
• poetry
• MC
• Escher
• sleep
• dream
• weird

[erictor]

Wow. Great poem about an arresting evening - and superkool visual FX!!

[tanoshineko]

Hello and thank you, erictor!

[robertantonnyc]

Hey there, like good music?

[Marebear2406]

Uh wow this is the weirdest video I've ever watched. Interesting poem and video. 0_o

[songtruth]

whoa, psychedelic! nice to hear your voice again!

[steveho69]

Heavy. Very heavy . . .

[pedromauricio]

Ahah :p it was about time for a comeback!

This was great!