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it is a full moon.
in an empty house that is not mine,
a cat screams for its babies that were taken away today.
confused from loss.
she no longer has a purpose.
she used to scavenge for food.
now she lives in a house looking for her babies
who will not remember her much longer.
she will never forget and will always wonder…
where did her babies go?
i do not speak her language
but i know what she means.
something very strange is going on
photo booth pictures
from a playing card hotel.
lost or burned
along with the memories and dreams.
past and future lives giving the present meaning
but when the dreams are rejected or neglected
all the meaning drifts away
and the present is no gift
its just a vacuum
and who wants that for their birthday?
no more meaning.
this makes no sense.
the bird flew away
and mom dont care.
she dreams of dreaming and opens up a door in the center of her brain.
living in paradise she takes pictures of questioned beauty.
the questions make her sad and
an invisible thread in space connects and sends transmissions
back and forth in a dream with an invisible man.
always and forever.
a seed is planted and the mirror starts to blur before it clears itself up
in order for paradise and all the reflected beauty to be perceived as it should.
a dream within a dream.
a photograph of a mirror with a dreamer inside.
a line between, or a tight rope.
what is now, will be used to be
and what is coming is how it used to be
stuck between reality and imagination
but reality has become a show
and the imagination is becoming truth
we know nothing
except what we have experienced and feel.
walking the tight rope.
drunkenly, foolishly and absurdly
taking part in the show
so the credits can roll
and we can go back to how it used to be.
at the end and in the beginning.
forever and ever
over and over.
do you hear the chorus?
in my dream i have this house. it is nothing special. things are made of wood. there is a wrap around porch with rocking chairs and a swing. there is a room with bookcases to the ceiling. the house is miles away from anyone but there is a cute little downtown area where i can go for things i need or to socialize. there is a river in my backyard and it flows into gigantic lake a couple miles away. i can catch fish in this river and cook them on a fire in my backyard. i have a garden where i grow more things than i can consume myself so i give the excess away. i have a a marijuana garden where i also grow more than i can consume and i give the excess away. there is a fireplace inside and a fire pit outside. i have electricity but i use oil lamps most of the time. there is a trail and it goes down a hill for a few miles to a secluded section of the shore of the giant lake. there is a dock. i walk down to the dock and jump in at least once a day. i swim out and look back and see a woman sitting on the dock with her legs dangling in. we dont need to be together all the time but we are because we want to be. when we are in a room together we are the same as we would be if we were completely alone. nothing matters and everything is fun. i have had this dream a handful of times over the past 6 or 7 years. there were times when i thought i found that woman on the dock but it never ended up that way.
dreams are silly.
but i like to dream.
and i cant wait to go to sleep every night.
for multiple reasons.
i wonder if other people have dreams that haunt them, drive
i am a ghost
made up of ghosts
i am a tape recorder
recording a tape
encoded in the system
re-programming the program
i know so much i know nothing
i have seen so much i see through everything
i see you.
dreams come true
as i disappear
because so do mine