Umbrae Somnium Homo emerges from an early moment when reality briefly lost its certainty. On the threshold between sleep and wakefulness, a familiar world failed to align with what was actually present. In that gap, perception collapsed and reassembled itself in real time. What remained was awareness witnessing the construction of reality. The poem is a trace of that moment.
Umbrae somnium homo
Nose pressed against the pillow.
School bag thrown into the corner.
Waiting for its mission.
Yesterday’s bread is giggling my nose.
One more minute.
I freeze the pose.
Seven zero five, it is now.
New Morning, will begin somehow.
A little gong sounds and ding.
Warm light.
Echoes the house - my river.
New day is remling and shiver.
It is time to go.
The same film.
Body is ticking.
Live is anxious for new kissing.
Play of light and change.
Draws the weather on virgin page.
The same image sealed in my mind.
Every day.
I turn like a stubborn child.
Curl up into the blanket.
Time is waiting on the bang to speak.
In forgetting I breathe and sink.
I know I should not, it is late.
Lying on Aladdin’s carpet.
Sliding through such cake.
So, once more.
Sticky eyelids.
Hesitantly letting shine into mind.
The scene across, in flickering colors.
Waiting for its moment.
Because it is seven zero five.
Move.
Still barefoot slip into the resting trousers.
What?
The shadow wall appeared!
Brake and Stop.
I am frozen in motion.
Forgot and nodded off.
Before my eyes,
greasy wall with bricks.
In mind?
Sundials and the river.
Something else flicks the mirror.
I want to move, who froze my pose?
Such reality brushed my nose.
The world is an idea.
Did you know?
I am deceived.
Cling to beautiful.
That dream was built by list.
Boy confused and missed.
The picture falls apart,hesitant,
like white petals.
Drifting to the ground.
Who am I?
I am tricked and found !?
Go to school.
Evrything changed.
Umbrae somnium homo.
Arhtur Rana