On Waking
I wake
From a dream
Leaving the multitude
Of a million realities behind
For just this one, brief, neurological leap
Into the moment
Like a great actor
Returning to the stage
For one final performance
As time and dimension
Fly forth from me
To take their assigned places
The day begins anew
My thoughts perking up
Fresh and steaming
Their aroma slowly drifting from my mind
Into the atmosphere
And what a fine, rich blend they are
I begin to temper them
A little cream and sugar
Until they taste of the familiarity
I most enjoy
And the world I have chosen to dwell in
Is mine once again
(I pause to wonder how some men of the sciences can theorize that all I see and feel this morning will one day wear itself down and force itself out of existence. How nothing new can ever be created or added to this world that is clearly emerging from my mind, and I into it. How absurd..... a closed system with no "in's" or "out's".)
I am a door
A portal in time and space
Leading to a million other universes
All just as real
As the one I now choose
To find myself in
And this day
A great ball of fire knocks loudly
Straining ancient hinges
With the strength of a trillion hydrogen atoms
And I gladly rise from my bed
To watch the sunrise
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