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Thursday, November 17, 2022

Dreaming

Dreaming isn’t thinking,

That hypnogogic sinking


Into the unblind unblinking.

Its images are un-clocked


Memories, mostly mocked

Distortions of what we are now,


Hurt children crying “Ow!”

We meet there the half known,


Not projected but shown

Us for no intelligible reason,


A fifth, black and white, season,

If wish fulfillment, unfilled,


Or a silent movie unbilled.

Though occasional nightmares


Will scare us with dead stares,

Only awake will we, screaming,


Take for real the seeming,

Mistake the dream for meaning.