Unbridled Artifice

Like a horse bridle
Every direction spilling
Into one pulled path

Nights of tossing end
Their fuel taken by a flood
Rather than by mouth

Dream partners returned
Through the cracks and crevices 
That define realm walls 

Dream- or Realmwalking
Definitions found blurring
Before eyes can close 

After eyes have closed
Metaphor is tapestry
Image is alive

As they are closing 
A prayer of thanks uttered
For things I feel not

For a mind still strong 
Enough to pull the lever
Labelled "This way next."

May I be caught up
In single span of the night 
With spirit doubled

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