sleep walks thru the quiet house
shuffling the days moments
into nights dreams
dealing the cards of knaves
and queens, hearts and diamonds,
cups and swords
magicians appear from the shadows
as the hangman watches from the doorway
waiting for his entrance with death
as the lovers play gin rummy
for silver dollars
shining bright as the full moon
Sleepwalking
when asleep
I try to stay there
and remain in my dreams
covering ranges of mountains
and creating buildings of such beauty
I long to not wake
but remain in the world of
Freudian unconscious
or is it Jungian
well, never
mind
the well is deep
or maybe I just dreamt that it was
surface stilled
until a pebble drops
sending waves across
ridges of gray
matter
sparking the architect of my dreams
engineering and exploring
the craggy paths
across the amygdala
or is it just
me
walking in my sleep
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