Wake from the daydream,

 

I wake from the daydream,

seeing the world

shudder back into view,

jerky black and white images

flickering through

like an old newsreel,

all a little askew.

Then splashes,

blotches of colour,

splatter the film.

Vibrant, bright

and beautiful,

a rainbow,

torn right from

the dream.

 

I wake from the daydream

and muffled sounds

are all I hear.

Nothing is clear

through woolly ears.

Cotton bud thoughts

plug the sounds,

my mind's whirling gears.

But then ears pop.

The sound levels fly up,

the clarity and tone. Crystal.

My mind is blown

by the sheer joy

in the tones.

 

I wake from my daydream.

I was peacefully

floating away in there.

Now every muscle aches

and every other

word is a swear.

Sensory overload

makes me hyperaware

of every sound that I hear,

every taste

in the air,

every twisted nerve ending

frayed beyond repair.

Every light blinding,

dazzling my eyes,

like an HD image

of a SD stream

I just wish

I was back

in the arms

of the daydream.

 

 

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