The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Lucid Dream

As I lay me down to sleep
and daymind shucks off 
the last chunks of daysight
I degird my loins and take flight
to a far moon, black and as
cold as my unchristened sheets,
with gravity so faint, 
I can neither toss nor turn 
in the chalk of its charcoal
as I remember I need not breathe.

Darkness is my destination
within the silence so soft
I can listen with my eyes open,
and unperturbed 
be.

It begins with a dance of theta waves 
as my soul adjusts to its re-vagination
and I forget my corporeality -
the first tinges of light long redshifted
rain into the dilation of nighteyes 
lucid and aglow with a cosmic vista
so beautiful I abandon my faint gravity 
and depart, beckoned to be boundaryless.
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