Powerless

at the shores of paradise
we lay
comatose

passengers dotting
the luminescent beach
in sleep coffins
open
faces to the air

and we wait
for the tide to take us
each
with individual acquisition

gravity dependant
believing
we will float
forever

i alone wake
to see the others
caught in dream animations

horrible and beautiful,
speaking separate languages
warring with unimaginable
selves

perception’s paradox
is unraveled before my mind
and in an instant i feel
impossibly microscopic

a manipulation of my own whims
,or
have i only dreamed myself
this way

powerless,
beautiful
and horrible all at once

© Emerys Watchel, 2016 All rights reserved.

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