Spiral

[The unravelling of a dream-weaved…on the event-horizon of rapid eye movement…]

In this ephemeral dreamscape, reality is a collapsing Escher staircase, void of control… I am delivered to streets that offer familiarity but are simply cheap knock-offs, these Australian dreams… a Hill’s Hoist that could snap in the rush of a weather-front…overcast skies possibly sheltering drones?  Jaywalking without a clue, because the BOMB-SQUAD is outside the corner-shop having smoko…scaring the bad guys away…and I’m scamming in and out of driveways, gear-stripping a family car, not even the appropriate age to look over the steering wheel; but in my ‘hood’ Bill Cosby is still a good guy who hasn’t yet encountered his downward spiral…

^{Footnote: this poem was created using the Dreams or Memories constraint as the starting point.}