Poem Number 22380

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the movie in our heads
in which we live;
the unattainable reel of tomorrow flickers,
as the world’s blind theatre plays.
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dreams the morphine
to numb the mediocrity;
settle the indifference.
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chasing an escape to save us
as the baron land of today
engulfs those who can not afford to sleep…
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in the west dreams
come nice packages
and are held together by the blood
of those,
the wrong colour
under the wrong flag
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the old could tell you that
time is dreams cancer,
“can floodlight a life
never lead, life is the only dream we have”
but who listens to the old?
they are apart of the cancer
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how much time will it take
for the floodlight of humanity
to see,
no planet under this star
will not fit into an ideal
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raul