Between coma and consciousness

no hard and fast line,

no chances to vote on the motioning eye...

A mystical vision or a fall from grace,

the chase in slow motion

through alien space?

I don't know what to make of the dream-time:

It seems as though I'm me,

but I'm now more than ever

happening inside myself - I don't know

whether I need anything else.



Stored information or secretive clue,

so much will fit the design....

One field of life when free will

won't cut through:

The dream and the unconscious eye,

in real time.



We stand between waking

and the breakness of sleep -

the unconscious ocean,

still waters run deep.

We lay down all logic,

all sense of control, suspend disbelief

in the window of souls.

I don't know what to make of the dream-time:

It seems as though I'm me,

But I'm now more than ever

happening only in thought -

I don't know whether

any sense is caught.

Stored information or secretive clue,

so much will fit the design....

One field of life where free will

won't cut through:

The dream disappears in the light.



In the laboratory they're waking him up:

The dreams on the lips

but they swash the cup.

A psycho-experiment, and there is no doubt -

The dream's an experience

I go crazy without....

I don't know what to make of the dream-time:

It seems as though I'm me,

but I'm now more than ever

happening inside my head...

is this forever with the Ego dead?

Stored information or secretive clue,

so much will fit the design....

One field of life where free will

won't cut through:

The dream and the unconscious eye

in real time

it's now more than ever