NIGHTMARES

slivers in time
divide my mind in fine
a world in miniature
framed at my door
when I move
it centers more 

splinters in my mind
telling me where to seek
the bottom-line sunk below
now i am swimming at sea
amidst floating insanity 

fissures in this sphere
my head cracking under pressure
now i see through the field
of shimmering lines that divide
reality from nightmare 

a land beyond
of terrifying dimensions
nightmares waking
my eyes are darkened
by the shadows
reality a glint
that tickles the back
of my head
but i belong now
to the realm of 
NIGHTMARES

11/4/21 – Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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  1. This poem makes me think of what it’s like when I perform in ceremonial Magic and I reach that point where the Mind’s Eye opens and I enter the astral Realm, it’s as if the Mind itself cracks in half and all manner of strange things and creatures appear

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