Life a juxtapose

Life is but a jauxtapose of dreams and reality,
Constantly swirling and swerving in duality,
Sometimes mingling in the midst of shadows ,
And other times in the shades of light,
Lurking in these murky waters,
Strange is this abstract reality and yet poignant,
For raising the subconscious at the most inopportune moment,
Yet delivering consciousness at just the precise moment,
And as delusional as this may seem,
Nothing makes mores sense than life in itself.

Here’s a refined version of your poem, enhancing clarity and flow while keeping the core reflections on the interplay between dreams, reality, and consciousness:

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**Dreams and Reality**

Life is but a juxtaposition of dreams and reality,  

Constantly swirling in the dance of duality.  

Sometimes mingling in the depths of shadows,  

And other times basking in the light’s embrace.  

Lurking in these murky waters,  

Strange is this abstract reality—yet poignant,  

For it stirs the subconscious at the most inopportune times,  

Yet delivers consciousness precisely when needed.  

And as delusional as this may seem,  

Nothing makes more sense than life itself.  

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This revision tightens the language, smooths the transitions, and clarifies the contrast between the unconscious and conscious moments of life. Let me know how it resonates!