Unstuck

In our sleep we come unstuck
From the night in all its stuff
Stuff that dreams are made of.
Words come unstuck in mind
Floating about in our dreams
Recognizing that we are here
In all the other things floating
While all things come unstuck.
We are made of the same stuff.

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