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Dreams Speak
Dreams speak on silent lips
eyes flash
lids narrow.
We are our breaths
our heartbeats in silence
even as thunder roars
in our bones.
Meditative we reach
to oversoul, so large
and there we speak
resonating like plucked strings
up and down the lives
of our crystal selves.
-- August 2009
If this is about literal dreaming, it only reminds me how much I dislike the total loss of control I have over nightmares. I hate the idea that my own understanding of who I am is an illusion... It makes me feel very fragile, as if I consisted of crystal selves, as you said.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. Thanks for sharing, Greenglass. Wow.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem -- such vivid imagery.
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