Often times I enter a new layer
which is between dream and reality.
Such brief spells I wish would freeze forever-
wake me not from their sensuality.
A quiet zone that harbours no musing,
nor sails you to imaginary port.
But creates a buzz with each arousing
where the present is in control - afloat.
Each thing that I see breathes with a new glow,
and every being distant and hazy.
Pace is slow, my feet touch no ground below,
yet I walk around detached and fuzzy.
Pinch me not for I am fully awake.
Accompany me in this surreal state.
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