The mighty I AM

Sleep loses place to beings in space.
A nova arises in the morning with haste.
time loses its meaning
Once I became awake dreaming.
A shattered mirror holds no illusions to my shadow of sleeping.
Oneness fits on like a gauntlet
I run for the human race
which exists in a nightmare that drifts from seeing to blindness
A trip for the mindless.
A giant gate locked for its findness
A knock for the third eye aware
Softened by those who dare
to search for the mighty I am.