The Bluestone Review 2020

The Bluestone Review 2020

Poetry

stage 2 I’m drifting so far away from myself, my own body, there is the sensation of falling but then I am jerked back into my own body by a thread the world slows like a heartbeat, beating me back stage 3 when I say feel nothing, I feel nothing or I feel everything I don’t dream I don’t dare to dream the sky is the blackest it has ever been my eyes are blind and I am not asleep but I am no longer awake maybe I am somewhere between here and tomorrow, or maybe a different reality where the dreamcatcher catches me, instead of the dream stage 4 do I walk in my sleep? maybe I have already traveled the world risen out of my bed like a zombie, searching for a purpose the doctor said I might do that if I wasn’t careful I might lose myself, become disembodied become a body without a purpose black path, I am walking hands pull me into myself, this mortal coil is me stage 5 (r.e.m) the sky is wrong, my eyes are open have I awakened yet The ground is shifting like snake scales below my feet vivid enough to touch, or see the shadows are all friendly faces now lamplight casts you in pale skin and harsh angles

real enough to exist, but not to be alive webs of the windchimes, my dreamscape someone hands me a flower I take a bite, my tongue becomes a purple petal

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