In the suspension of consciousness Exits the 3rd stage. In the midst of a lessen sense of awareness Next phase is me, my presence is intense, As I grasps my one member audience on the center stage.
Scientists have given me the name REM. "Rapid eye movement." I'm where dreams commence. The mind pens stories on the endless reems of parchment .
The brain is very active under my reign. With an electroencephalograph one can bare witness to the cerebrum maestro's composition
I'm known as active or paradoxical sleep Whether it be for minutes or hours you'll be submerged in the deep. In that moment you're a prisoner, mines to keep.
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
My friend asked me to write a small skit... poem on REM- Rapid Eye Movement, the 4th stage of sleep.
This was my attempt. I tried to give REM a humanistic portrayal.