Hypnagogia

Hypnagogia, A Poem

Graciously walking
On the ledge
Choosing thoughts
That guide my very steps
So to not fall
Into a snare
A river, in my mind
This reality created
A weaver and artist
Of thoughtful reflections
On a creation turning
Still at the potter's wheel

I hear knocking
You cannot come in
I wake instead
Without fear I am
Flying higher still
On a creation turning
Still at the potter's wheel

I am
This is
Mine in mind
And so it is

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