Closure of eyes, lucid dreamscapes, and all of our thought patterns racing to no new surprise. While I wait for the sun to rise.
I meditate, study, and pray looking in the mirror with no regrets or dismay. A transformation from closed cocoon to butterfly, will awake from it's slumber on nature's due day.
I am where I need to be for today can't you see as I climb my tree. Hanging from the branches swinging like an ape....
All this takes place while I sleep. until the daybreak sunrise. I can feel it's warmth through my eyes, awake then the emerging butterfly fly's.
Chaos reigns around me. Though I just glide to higher plains and skies.
Awake or asleep, with open or closed eye's.
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