Even in my dreams I write
Walking down my new street
with my parents
on our way to dinner
They are college age
and I the awkward third wheel
My father jokes and pushes my mom
Just a step out of her path
She flirts back and pushes him
The same situation plays out
They are now their true age
This time I watch my mother's eyes
as they fill with disdain
for this still young man
she builds her bottled-strength
hoping to hurt under the guise of a flirt
Even in my dreams I write
myself dying slowly on some solid ground
my conscious drifting inside of my mind
into my heart where it settles on a scene...
I am revived by a team of medics
as my friend squeezes my hand
and asks me what Death is like
I say:
But instead of a tiger dying inside of me
I saw a Silver elephant rejoicing
O how easily we crumble
Like the crumbs of a cracker!
The things I dream
and the things I've seen
to my Memory are the same
Who is truly to say
What is real...
or what we feel...
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