dream // time

please stop calling my name— I hear it echoing in the empty spaces between us
it snaps me back so fast
sometimes I forget to breathe

I am a slow creature, existing outside of time
for me, every hour holds equal potential to the last
a minute just as potent as a month

talk to me about time after you’ve experienced
every single second in a 24 hour day
with bloodshot eyes
clarity of mind unparalleled
in the short cycles of time we refer to as days
are my days still days if they drag on
into the night and endlessly on into more days?

under the cover of darkness, I am all that I can see
all that I can imagine
i close my eyes, but I don’t dream
i travel, trailing along through the oft dark & stormy
skies behind these eyes
gliding through different universes
uncovering my subconscious

i exist in another plane,
yet still somehow still within this one

in between dreams is where I plant my reality
never truly asleep, never truly awake
swimming in the ether above,
as I slip between the cosmos
every night wandering back to my Cimmerian roots
of shadows, fog, silence

please remember that I am transitioning between worlds
even if only when the stars are shining (
( ( they never stop )) )
please, allow my name
to rest with my body