The place between sleep and wake

Dangerous, confusing, desirable

Where you know that heaven is a lot of dead stars

Rotting away in space until they all stop shining

Awareness of what the mind really is

Diseased tissue waiting to disappoint you

The place where you

No matter how secure you are in time

Realise you are sincerely a waste of it

Unconscious consciousness

Relating little to Freud and more to

The individuals who have shaped your time

Time, time, time

On this planet where nothing is real

Believe in everything

Its the only way to fool yourself into

Actually wanting to be awake.

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