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In a dream I saw secrets, the shadows that were not supposed to show. All the people became much smaller, like little lies, which when they try to escape, have no place to go. I saw them in their smallness and their meanness. And when I tried to hold them they begged to be left alone. As if I had some control. As if I had some power. As if I was a Behemoth with great strength and vitriol. But I had none of this and they unraveled from my grasp as ones attention unravels in a dream. Their disappearance dismissed me the air filled with the hissing and spitting of their long litany of lies as they scurried off like rats into the darker corners of my mind. Sitting up now gives me new perspective. Sitting up brings in new light. As does rubbing out the seeds of their dark magic from within the corners of my eyes. (A dream poem which came to me later on in the morning... during second sleep. I want to remember this, so I wrote it down for the remembering.) legal copyright for this poem 3/21/2019 6:27AM PST time/date stamped and also for this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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