I dreamed a door
swept shut
and felled a row
of empty bottles
that didn’t break
but scattered about
with hollow echoes
and you were there
saying careless, careless,
careless, careless
awake again
light coils
on the floor
cool-hued pools
of star and streetlamp,
making a cold thing
colder
sleep an uneasy truce
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Dreams are either very transparent or completely incomprehensible.
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Sometimes those that are transparent also takes forever to comprehend.
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This is haunting and reminds me of sleepless, insomnia moments when once asleep the dreams are often strange and twisted.
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thank you, Sonyo! they do seem to go together…
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I’m not sure which I prefer!
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Sleep an uneasy truce. I love this sentence because there’s just so much behind it. I can completely relate.
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Thank you!
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