something real this time

Doing all my writing in my dreams

Feeling that breakthrough moment

That “Eureka!”

When I get to put the pen back down

But I forget that it is a dream

So when I lay down again

To close my eyes – telling my self

I will read my prize when I next arise

When I do again, open my eyes

I realize it was all a disguise

Once again – they have stolen

Whö Am I

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