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A poem flowing from the stream of daydream consciousness

Sometimes I wake
And wonder if I’m awake
or if I’m still dreaming
Still laid in this bed
Seeming real
But it doesn’t quite feel
Or just keeps repeating
Forever yet fleeting
Never fully receding
Just spinning on and on
Whirling and turning
Twirling and yearning
For a world unfurling
That sends me reeling
Out of control
Down the rabbit hole…



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Rebecca Ahn

Writer • Wanderer • Warrior | | Sharing stories that empower others to survive and thrive