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| Doll by Emma Whitlock |
Each night
I part the curtain that separates
Reality from dream
Stepping through I
Become
Symbol archetype meaning metaphor
I lose concreteness
Skin bone blood
Ephemeral things
Mutable
Climbing through windows of myth
Drifting on currents of time
I meet myself
In sweet moments of lucidity
Then become lost in a labyrinth
Of consciousness
A Minotaur trapped
In my own mind's maze
Struggling to break free
Then
Daylight
Opening my eyes still sticky from sleep
I find a silken thread
