Rainbow colored my drifted dream,
I sleep & scream-joyful indeed. .
In Technicolor paints,
I laugh & wiggle in time of evil freed.
The nausea is drifting off night’s steam,
I promised to wake to a riveting stream.
Trenched-the morning light,
No longer stays but parades outside.
Rayed awake…my hearted smile,
Real is it or am I watching my stupor take flight?
Frail my smile, too familiar my sights,
the epilogue wove off silent plights.
still to follow-the changing time’s,
the morning’s doomed, darkened I’m by it’s shine!!
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