Between sleep and awake
Lies a powerful land,
Filled with mystical creatures
And strangely dealt hands,
Differing worlds
Seem at will to entwine,
Authoring storms
Whirling through mind,
Slight sense of space,
Tin sense of time,
Various fates
Both wind and unwind,
Twisted together,
Recklessly ripped,
Muddled and mixed-
All circuitry tripped.

Copyright 2018. L.L Shelton.