Dream Blossoms

                                                                                                                                          .

The lingering feeling

of a dream awake,

and I

am not yet myself.

A sentence uncomposed,

still lost in a shadow,

fit between true dark

and the space

that is only absence.

                                                                                                                                          .

Conversations mimic reality,

history and contingency.

The narrow rabbit warren

that is my childhood home,

an old hotel,

a shopping mall,

an open field,

feel dressed up

like a Hollywood soundstage.

                                                                                                                                          .

Whatever this is;

wherever,

or whenever this is,

I have been returning here,

night after night,

for my whole life.

                                                                                                                                          .

Shake the world awake,

and consciousness

rises like a flower to the Sun.

It is cooling now,

an only day lilies

remain in my garden.

Dream blossoms.

Real survivors.

                                                                                                                                          .

Open eyes give way

to this side

of whatever this thing is,

and on this side,

I must be ready.

                                                                                                                                          .

The mists of merciful amnesia

slowly claim the place

that I escaped from

only minutes before.

The night time city;

maybe my hometown.

                                                                                                                                          .

I guess I’ll find out

one day,

which world is real,

and which is the dream,

but not today.

No,

not today.

                                                                                                                                          .

                                                                                                                                          .

HG – 2020

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