September 1, 2017Poem

They are mindful

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They are mindful

Even when forgotten

Misremembered

Symbolism misread

Of the moment

With little past

No future

Contextually free

Of reality

Impossible are the dreams

We wish for

Improbable are the dreams

Fulfilled

Tokens of another way

Not forever

Or transient

They neither exist

Nor are purely

Figments of imagination

Wonderful tonight

As well as nightmares

Come tomorrow.

Nothing ever happens

Until it does

With logic as a perverse

Formulation

Sequence as a metaphor

For danger

Truth is a stranger

Standing in the wings

Waiting for a cue

To take the stage

Turn the page

Read the story

One sentence at a time

It is the only way

To understand

The continuity

Of meaning

In a serial production

When the author

As the actor

Is barely conscious

Of its performance.