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Gun-Shy at the Gates of Lucid.

Running, floor
receding from soles,
hoping I do not
remember that I am
not supposed

to be able
to do this, for
I do not want to come
down, I love
the feeling, lifted
by the view
from up here.

Awareness
within this dream,
waking up
while still asleep:

it could kill this,
it could kill this…

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