the quick and the dead

the quick and the dead


a dream inside a dream, came to me before sleep.
should the clues forsake the young and the good?
the hour, the day, no need to even wonder why.
the quick and the dead, judged and understood.
frozen, frozen, not able to move, sinking ever deep.
floating, floating, somewhere hovering high above.
golden passage down the hall of mirrors in versailles, 

escape bones and flesh soars the soul, not unto death.
vision, vision, travelling and walking enjoying pure clarity.
brief glimpse caught of the sweet electric epiphany. 
sitting on the tip of the tongue, experience deja vu.
over and over bringing it near, a recurring flashback.
vivid, vivid, lungs full taking a pure cleansing breath.
in a hypnagogic jerk came the fierce snapback.
on second thought it’s better to be quick than to be dead.