light up

he is conscious
in his dream
of trying to dream
up

of trying to resist
the weight
of dreaming down

and he wondered

is this sane

for
remaining aware
while being
within a dream
he couldn’t understand

not really

but he thought
weightless thoughts

he thought
wings

he thought up-draughts
and circlings
ever higher
he thought
no
to heavy sensations

he dreamed himself
quite lightly

and in the end
as he rose
within his dream
he felt that he was

that he really was
asleep

~

Poem #575 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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