The second life of dreams

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From the collective symptoms, it seems I have reversed my polarity, no longer am I attracted to shiny metal objects, or glittering and jingly things meant to occupy menial minds...for a time, for money, for the future.

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There is plenty of pull to go around, I've taken the slack, sometimes defiantly looking back at others as they rest peacefully in overstuffed beds made tight and I, not on my back, look up at the big top, blurring my eyes and the ceiling comes together over me. In observance, this is where the mystery of me is dissolved.

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I occupy my space in another time not taken and I wonder if I stole it, will it be collected in the back end, build up like wax and wonder secretly if twenty hour days are ways to die faster forgetting to eat, feeding on famished fuel and forgone poisons. Pleasure is more pungent.

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I have not an after taste of bitter since awake, my circadian clock keeps its own tempo on my time left. I live most fully while others are dreaming in real life.

Blades of grass

7:23 am Sunday morning and the mockingbird has been through his entire repertoire. The sun has woken and warms up to my back, my hair begins to gently steam still wet and dark, it is thirstily drinking back the yellow and I am alone in bliss-for a moment.
It has been so long, I must remember where I keep this safe...

Not even the fountain bubbles about, the chimes do not add their sway and the leaves simply lay. Even they are subdued in a lazy Sun day where a sweet honey suckle lingering moment like this is sprawled out onto the page and sugar keeps my fingers moving, licking and lapping for language. 

But don't interrupt this frame, the cat is curled on my lap, after heaving a small sigh purrs himself to sleep. My book is propped face down, a finger always in, sticky reader... 

I may bring my face up and take in a peace-a-lone...before my cell phone pipes up, bellies are growling, weed whackers whir and a lawn-mower starts snipping too close to my time...cut too short to say, it can wait for another day...




Photo by Unknown [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.