Lucid Realities and Dreams

Thoughts roll in with the clouds
as we lay in our beds
slapping ourselves back into reality
with no-see-ums through mosquito nets
And the creaking floor above
is dusting my dreams
directing me always north
creating louder screams
These picture-walls come crashing down
a void on which to stand
and I fall with what I constructed
upward reaches with my hands
Voices flood in as violent waves
breaking bottles in my ears
papers shredded with smashed glass
messages written are now smeared
Expectations come apart
piece by piece by piece
rocks abound and landslides trigger
things begin and others cease
Keep talking up there and bring me back
or I´ll see you down below
where I can only guess at you
and make you what I know
This place is so much darker
where the clouds have fallen too
they´re not wetting my palette
they are limiting my view
Besides, this room is out of order
and the time is always wrong
always scared to open my eyes
and afraid that you´ll be gone
I never asked for this acupuncture
muscles relaxed and paralyzed
forming your tangible image
so far as I have analyzed
By peeking through the boards
and absorbing this structure´s shake
by enjoying clouds´obscurity
and accepting what´s at stake
What is to come in another realm
built on top of the past
First impressions can be photographs
but only if they last