I am not going to submit
to being recognized
or theorized,
but I will slow
here before you
somewhere between
what you see and think,
dressed in a fabric
you dreamed once
––when? about something
you strained to know.
You never knew
it, or me. But I
am here. And
you–––?
Discombobulating; this makes me feel all wobbly (which is a good thing).
Thank you, Michael! I know from your work you aren’t afraid to be wobbled, so this comment makes me smile : )
Cryptic though any fabric I once dreamed of would not be suitable for winter weather.
Laughing hard, my friend! Same here : )
I enjoy this place between sleep and waking. And which is which by the way?
Great question!
I think we are closest to our authentic self in this half dream state where we have no pretenses.