Chariot

Skyscrapers pulsing

With potential energy,

Whispering 'scurry!'

Inexhaustible

"There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul"  Till we Have Faces - C.S. Lewis

In lucid dreaming the goal is to not awaken,

to not attain Buddhahood so to speak

So then the bodhisattva would be that most-esteemed one who started to wake,

then somehow fell back asleep,

and knowing full well that this is just a dream, plays it nonetheless to its fullest

This would be the princess who stole a glance at the purported prince,

and saw her illusory palace turn back to stone and bits of garbage,

Saw the man she had loved so deeply become (what all the villagers had seen from the start) just a tramp passing through, 

preying on her naive youth

And then she built the mental palace back up

Willed her rags back to a coronation gown

And looking upon her deceptive lover, noticed some distant lineage harking back to, if not a king, perhaps a recessive duke somewhere on his mother's side

And she felt in his rough, inebriated groping, a tenderness

And saw, through the red and watery film glazing his eyes,

a distinctly royal blue beneath clearly princely brows

I dont play the long game

I'll wait the time it takes

A cat to yawn

A game to load

A fry to French

here you go, dad

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If we changed the word from day to life

And we called it death instead of night

I could breathe easy then

And if you asked?

I'd say let's do it again