dead, yet unaware

i had a dream
i cradled
my own head
and stared into
familiar eyes
as the light faded
and i did not know
which one of me
when i woke
a sense of
swept over me
as i stared into
the mirror
all i could see
was the spark
going out
now i wonder
in the quietest
of moments
was it truly me
that died
or just my hopes
under the crushing weight
of the inconsequence
in this accidental

i watch the world
through dream’s cadaver
shackled to atrophy
with an increasingly
shortening chain
unable to tell
dreamshit from
the strangled gasp
of heartjitters
spitting in defiance
at a prophecy
long since fulfilled

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