Almost sleeping, but aware.
Almost dreaming in the light, during the lamps of day.
Reverie. I have been pondering in a mind of my making, escaping from D-Central.
Too far way.
Too far way.
Shall I say it again?
Pinching the air with the gasp of my breath in the room I was missing,
When the far off unreality was a step beyond,
Too far for my own good.
As I wake, from illusions of day light flickering across my mind,
I find ambience waiting for me, wondering if I should have seen worse.
But there I was, stationed, sanctified.
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