- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Shifting Dreamer
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Sometimes it appears I shift between realities.
In one dimension there are trees rich and full.
Their branches almost touch the ground.
In another reality the branches are trimmed way back.
I find saw marks there.
Gentle warmth is hurt in that place.
In the world with the full trees I can find no saw mark .
That was it ….the confirmation of two distinct places.
Where was the saw marks on those trees if it was the same reality?
There are always subtle differences between 2 stories.
Into the mirror I look in both places.
I see the differences in me.
Subtle changes in face and body.
My mood always the most different
Those feelings in me so real and warranted.
They are borrowed from infinite storage.
Walking examining the trees….
I am the dreamer with feet.
I walk through a physical world and touch a living thing with a possibility.
I dress in different costumes listening for the beautiful sounds of life.
That wonderful sound of balance.
