Parable, with a dream of wings

“…Time running like a chain stitch, a sovereign without an heir.” ~ seon joon

Fevered, I ran through a dream without waking,
panicked there was no way to return to un-dreaming—
Butterflies beat in the wake of my going
which became indistinguishable from my coming—
How does one complete tasks that are waiting
if caught in a dream without waking—
How does the dreamer unpin from its weaving
the wing of thought from only inward-turning?


In response to thus.

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