who am i
i am you and
you are what is
allowed by
my mind and yours
the strands of our
past knot a future
in patterns like frost
how can i separate
vision and dream
waking dulls thoughts
slows transition
clogs the mind
with corporeal matters
solidifies the world
in which we live
as i walk the street i see
angels and demons dancing
in people’s faces twisted in
threads of their thoughts
like tangled nets in dreams
which in turn
dance my life
in turn again
(circa 1990-1994, from If This is a Comedy, Then Why Aren’t We Laughing)
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