Consciousness

I find myself wondering at times,
At this state of mind,
Awake, Conscious ~
But of what?
How is it that falling asleep feels like waking up?
Why do I dread waking up,
And yet at the same time long for reprieve?
Why do these figments bloom like flowers in a glade?
Why do I see beyond the veil?

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About Fredrik Kayser

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