Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Dream’s Valentine

The dream of the body
From which death finally wakes us
Often harshly through some malady
Of soul dragging us into a living death
Which is neither like nor unlike the dream
That seems so real we call it life
In which somehow we always think
Of ourselves as free
At least in our thoughts
But what if the thoughts continue
The conversation after that brief pause
And even disembodied we don’t believe it
And turn away from the gods
Hastening back to the world
Until the effect becomes the cause
And we have re-written all the laws

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