I was laying on a great field, waist-high grass for as far as can be seen.

It was dark. I stared up at the sky, which was patched with muted clouds, and past them there were no stars.

I stood up, cold. It was so bare.The wind brushed across the plain, and my eyes followed against it. A fog was rolling towards me, covering land and sky. The horizon died behind it.

As it lumbered forward, I felt panic and looked around for a place to hide but there was only the grass. I laid back down.

I waited for the fog to encompass me. The world became dark, and my attention turned to sound. Things brushed by my head.

I stayed still, terrified, and heard three whispers. They were soft like a woman, and their voices appeared from inside me.

The first eye abandoned god.

The second eye (re?)found them.

The third eye watched them fraught, and prayed that god blind him.

They sounded amused, and I could hear them giggle. I stayed still, and then something happened with them, I struggle to remember after. I want to say my face was touched and I saw the eyes of a friend I loved, but I think it may have been a different dream.

That’s where it ends.

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I’d believe it was only a dream, but how can the subconscious create a rhyme? It’s not a formal poem, I don’t think. I don’t have any memory of such a poem.

I felt like I knew what they referenced while inside the dream, as though understanding what they said when they said the poem. They spoke about my experience with religion, how I found god by abanadoning its abrahamic form, casting the perverted preconception away. That was the first “eye”. The second was when I found god again in its “purest” form.

I have no idea about the third eye now, however. It just made sense to me in the vision, like it carried from the last two lines.