Sunday, October 25, 2015

Travelling to the Edge


Each night each day
I visit places and see faces
long dead and engage
in complex conversations.

The terrain is variable
it can be on the beach
or in large and indeterminate buildings:
dreams can include travel on foot
missing plane connections that are ill-defined
unpreparedness for examinations
or public presentations, arrest
for unintentional gaps in my performance.

No boundaries are set:
scenes from stored memories of seventy years.
These encounters and fabrications
are more common as I grow older:
they chase one another through my brain -
children playing in a maze
at times in open deserts
dark and devoid of sound.
 
What does it mean to die in ones sleep?

 

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