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Vertigo Allegro in Indigo
Clutched,
spun in terror,
gripped by rage,
my eyes deceive
Fire and grief,
I bleed, spinning, listening,
inhuman laughter splatters
Shattered visions falling,
screaming at the blur
unsure of perspective
Settling
upon my bed,
resting my head,
exchanging one dream
For another,
never waking
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Written for dVerse Quadrille #38 – Dream, hosted by De Jackson (Whimsy Gizmo). Go here to read other poet’s contributions.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
The never waking but exchanging one dream for another reminds my why some people find perpetual reincarnation a horrible idea.
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Yeah, at best, tedious; at worst, Sisyphusian. Thanks, Frank.
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One dream after another, never waking up, is terrifying ~
Love your response Barry ~
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Thank you Grace. 🙂
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What a gorgeous, gorgeous title.
This sounds like a nightmare to me, though. Whew.
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Thank you. Exchanging waking nightmares can be rather relentlessly nightmarish. Sadly, it can also be someone’s reality, too. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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It’s not often I have dreams as you describe Barry, but as I do, I know the horror. Dreaming you’re awake and then realising your not, wondering if you will ever escape.
Anna :o]
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It is a dreadful experience, indeed. Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Oh, I hate it when the nightmares won’t reveal themselves as only dreams. That used to happen to me all the time. I had to train myself to question the dream — an attempt at logic within the dream — to make them go away. Wow. This takes me back to a place I had forgotten. Thanks… It think…
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