Dream Me


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I’d like to go to bed,
wake tomorrow,
find it is all a bad dream.
Dream that it is,
bad as it is,
I am not really sure
when I started dreaming.
When the dream turned
into the shadowed figure
it has become.

Sins of the father,
sins of my father.
Bloated carcass of time
left forgotten.
Days lost in the minutes,
years lost in the hours.

Cusp of change
is changing the present,
determines my future.
It is not as if it were a loose tenon
I forgot to glue.
No, the glue aged when I wasn’t looking.
Not sure if I forgot to look
or forgot to see.

Seeing is believing,
not what I will see tomorrow.
Sorrow or not,
simple is not
as simple is.
Nor is the decision
I must make.
But I leave that for tomorrow.
Tonight, I must dream.

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