It cuts through my mind like a knife,
Influences the days of my life,
I don't have the comfort of memory,
Vague meaning is all that is left to me,
Left just with the shadow of how it all felt,
A hand that had always already been dealt,
I know it was something critical,
Ethereal, intangible and mystical,
An answer to a question I've asked many times,
The waiting consequence of my many crimes,
Disturbed through the day by my dream's wake,
The hazy emotions are all I can take,
It ploughs a furrow in my consciousness,
The lies murdered by forgetfulness,
When I first awake, I hold it in trust,
A few minutes later, decayed into dust,
Years of questions rolled up into one,
I feel for the answer but it's now simply gone,
The deep, carved chasm of that dream's wake,
My soul, my sanity, my life at stake,
It's only a mere glance away,
But still it refuses to stay.

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