out of this body,
out of this mind
running frantically in place
as though running out of time

in my dreams i search for you
amid a forest thick with mist,
but you are not to be found,
and there i remain alone and adrift

when suddenly you appear
under a half-lit waning moon,
time itself stands illuminated
yet you disappear far too soon

i reach blindly for your shadow
and to it I dare cling,
but your shadow slowly fades–
no solace does it bring

—Turns out nightmares are oddly good for poetry, lol. Mj

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Endings, live performance by East Forest

Photo by Sven Brandsma on Unsplash