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Is this a dream
Is this the real
Open sky
Broken seal
Eyes awake
Mind asleep
Falling high
Rising deep
Where am I
I don’t know
Above the earth
Below the glow
Dream is real
Real is dream
Nothing stays
Nothing seems
I am here
I am gone
In the night
In the dawn
Body lost
Spirit found
No more sky
No more ground
Dream is real
Real is dream
Light inside
Silent scream
Where am I
I don’t know
In the wave
In the flow
No place
No name
No time
No frame
Only sound
Only light
Only stars
Only night
Is this a dream
Is this the real
I disappear
I start to feel
Dream is real
Real is dream
Nothing ends
Nothing seems
The idea#
The poem collapses the usual border posts: “Dream is real / Real is dream.” Eyes awake while mind sleeps; falling high, rising deep; body lost, spirit found. No place, no name, no time, no frame—only sound, light, stars, night. Vocal trance at its most nocturnal loves this state, where the drop feels like both disappearance and arrival.
I hear less a puzzle to solve than a permission slip to stop solving. “I disappear / I start to feel” suggests that identity was the obstacle. The refrain’s symmetry is almost cruelly simple; it will not choose a side between illusion and fact. Perhaps that is the point: in the wave and the flow, ontology is less interesting than sensation, and the night offers a temporary country where nothing has to stay or seem.
