January 24, 2017Poem
The Wall Between Dreams
naturepoliticsmemoryidentitymortalitysolitude
Sleep is
Never dreamless
But misremembered
An empty space
Without the freedom
To indulge in fantasy
There is but a wall
With no end
Or gate through which
One can gain entry
To the other side
Everything displaced
A person misplaced
What use intention
Without theory
Of mind
Involving soulful insight
Into the invitation
Of darkness
Draped between one dream
And the next
An interpretation
Gainfully employed
A serviceable hypothesis
Conceived to cut a swathe
Through a blot in the sky
A stygian Rorschach
Shadow dance
Masking the relationship
Of somnambulance
To the existence
Of unconscious recollection
With Deja vu
Nothing but
A showreel