Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Dream talk...

But its the time when time stands still
Neither day nor night
Not even the twilight
So I will talk like I do in sleep
And you can hear
You can see a poem forming here
It's confusing and defining
Taking shapes
Like pareidolia in rain drops
You create meanings
Your meanings
And I create mine
And we try to match them
we call them wavelengths
meandering lengths of consciousness
crawling between our thoughts
a kaleidoscopic reflection
of abstract constructs
you- me- us
and our primary process thinking
In this dream
you swim
I fly
You rise
I die
and the time remains
eternal in its eventuality!

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