“the hallucination wants to stay”

The hallucination wants to stay—  
It lingers at the edge of day,  
A shimmer caught by cornered sight  
That blurs the border between night  
And waking rooms of sunlit gray.

It folds itself in shadow’s fold  
And whispers secrets never told,  
Bright sighs of blue, a shimmered rose,  
It weaves the world with silken prose  
And asks me, gently, not to scold.

Its fingertrails along the wall  
Are petals that begin to fall:  
A city seen through drowsy glass,  
A deer that flickers in the grass—  
The real, the dream, their distance small.

Yet if I ask for it to flee  
It pauses—soft—a wisp, a plea:  
“Let me remain, I do no harm;  
I turn the dust to fields of charm  
And help you see what’s meant to be.”

The dawn will come, as dawns will do,  
And sweep the sky’s delusions through—  
Yet somewhere in the light, I find  
Its laughter lingers in my mind:  
The world transformed, if just askew.

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