Every night my eager soul ascends
Like a balloon from a child's hand
Leaving my body on the bed
A weightless outline in the dark
Seeking the other side of the air
Up through the ceiling and the stairs
Until it tangles on some nebula
Or higher still slips into a trance
That weaves together broken scenes
From the day before a puzzle
Reassembled from that other
More truthful side of me
A world familiar with no reason
So I spend the whole next day
Wondering to decode the context
Disconnecting all the dots
Feeling the god of all solutions
Slipping from my thoughts
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