Claude Monet Cliff at Etretat, Sunset

Why does being awake
Feel realer than dreams?
Why is nothing as it seems?
Why am I in pain from blistering?
Why do I have to burn?


Why do I ask such questions, Lord?
What curiosity can I afford?
When it seems that dreams
Are realer than this,
I’ll know I don’t exist.

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