Sunday, April 24, 2011

Dreamstate

 like culling the memories out of another history.
like living another man’s life.
the life of a bug
the life of a thought
the life of something so close
in the heart and the gut and painted in the mind
i spend whole mornings wondering if
i am as real as i seem;
if i have been asleep or simply unaware of this particular illusion.

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