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The Dream You

Imagine, if you may, the dream.
The translucent, ever shifting
Truth.

First, a moon rises,
In the magic of nightfall, then
Drops with the weight of a silver coin
Into your pocket. An automaton's pocket
That sings a clinking song.

Can you see "you" in this moment?

Are you the Dream You,
Who crossed leagues of velvet,
Who stood cliffside and jumped,
Who made it through the Mind Maze
Just before winter, but had to repeat it in the snow months later?

Are you the You of Infinity?

Are you a thousand mirrors
Glazed and reflecting
In a thousand stories
Your Brain Artist paints
As your body lies there
On the pull-out sofa, or in an IKEA bed,
Or on the dirt floor. Being painted,
Like verdigris over copper,
Are you the makeup?

No, depicted - are you
The Waking or the Dream You?

--

Mad Words List 9.18.18

Automaton
Dream
Verdigris
Infinity
Truth
Moon
Silver
Magic
Song
You

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