Untitled poem with lots of commas and ands
As a child, and you dream, and you start building your inner dream-world, what kind of plants are in there, what kind of flowers and trees, what colour the sky can be (for me it went from red to pink to lavender to purple), degrees of gravity, time intensity, etc.
And then later maybe you read about the possibilities of lucid dreaming, and so you learn to live a second existence in your dream world, with specific triggers, and every night when you go to sleep you wake up in the same cot in the same room in your dream world, and you leave the room and you can choose what you will see around every corner, and only years later do you learn that it's just like psychedelics, just like when you stayed awake for five straight days at summer camp until the rocks you walked across looked like a waterfall, but you learn that lucid dreaming is not restful, your mind is awake while your body sleeps so you are always tired and you give up just to rest your mind for a few days, and never work as hard at lucid dreaming again.
And then you grow up and go to work and watch t.v., and as you fall into an *
"adult" routine you stop dreaming in your own dream world, and you start to dream of having the things you see in commercials, and you dream of your wallet being full of more money than you have, the money's all in weird denominations, and you wake up and wonder if you really do have that money, and you realize that they don't make a twenty three dollar bill.
And then you stop watching t.v., and you start to dream once again about the great sunfish atomic bomb airplane flying in the mauve sky, and your deceased pets come back to visit you, and you dream of rain that relaxes your repose, and you dream of the old trees and flowers and plants.*
And some times you dream of love, but mostly you dream that you have to urinate, and you wake up, and the urine is still real, not like the money or the love.