refreshed after a dream I can't remember
I rise in the morning and discover
it's yesterday it's tomorrow
it's always here and now
and yet the forgotten dream
pointed a way
beyond this entanglement
that is the grip of all matter
I only sense this
coursing through my mind
moving with my limbs
reacting to the irresistible
pull of a piece of eternity
that came to me as a dream
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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