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#poetry

Mon, 23 Mar 2026 08:25:46 +0200

Illusion

I open my eyes and begin dreaming
And every dream is the same
A pillar battered by chaotic forces
A nail hammered down by other nails
Unrelenting unreactionary disturbation

I close my eyes and stop dreaming
In the upper room of my mind
Father, I am home. I am in the garden
Find me in places not yet named
And places not yet known by the dreamers

I create from within and affect without
For there can be no without without me
Mountains are born and planets formed
And seas are filled and kingdoms made
Timeless, boundless and without end

I become myself and you and everyone
People born, dead and unborn, I am
Today, I was and tomorrow I will be
And of times past and yesterdays, I am
In the mirror's reflection, everyone

I know everything that was is and will be
Every question asked is born a twin
And the answer, question's younger brother
Through thought I access the mind-drive
Of past selfdoms and histories and phantoms

The world of living and world of the dead
My body the vehicle, the bridge inbetween
The primal source of all things plugged in
I live forever in my undreaming chamber
I die and am killed in my dreams each night

—Dylan Araps