A Semblance of Normalcy

What Happens When I Fall Asleep

I draw the best in my sleep
With my mind,
Possessing faded blues and green.
Curves and vertices are definite and finite
As I blink the black sky clean.

The lines dance perfectly with the lucid state
Between control and dream,
An almost sleep paralysis
Where you can simply see portraits
Of broken skin and ripped stitches
But not feel the cracking fingertips or
grazing chapped lips.

Please do not touch the art.