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.