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a Dream of Sleeping, a Chance of Waking

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a Dream of Sleeping, a Chance of Waking

Post by Terry W. Martin on Sat 14 Jun 2014, 9:26 am

If for just one morning, I could rise and shine,
Feeling good about waking and living,
Instead of the usual caffeine rejuvenation
And a plastic smile to a rising sunshine,
Then I might not feel so bad about
Finding the same world I left at night.
But it is that same, plastic, daily world
Which brings out the cold shoulder in me,
Brings out the watchful eye, cautious tongue;
Brings about a plastic, unfeeling me.

If for just one morning, I could rise and shine,
Radiantly flowing with the magic of life
That abounds through free emotion,
Uninhibited laughter, smiles, compassion;
Warmth and sunlight in a soft word,
Gentle touch of Mother Nature's virgin kiss.
Yet, I awake to a plastic sun, artificial rain,
Mechanical people living robot lives;
Laughing, crying, all the mail-order emotions,
Socially accepted happinesses by status-graph.
Oh, for the love of dreams! would I merely
Close these dulled eyes and sleep long and far,
To awaken in silence, deep in dead space,
And watch the plastic galactic pinwheel spin.

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                          - - - Ignatz Verbotham
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