The Poet Dreamer
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Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams,
Sleep of light thought of lines of poems
Forgotten upon rising.
We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions
Much less our own lives,
Our greatest dream and illusion.
The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other
In active play as we slumber away our days.
Our day dreams are adventures with abstract layers
Of indecipherable, chaotic images and
Archetypes creating a play of poems.
Elusive are the truths hidden on the stages of dreams within dreams.
In which dream are we?
We are dreamers fighting our minds
To make sense of signs and symbols.
Each day we dream our stories of
Mystery, terror, rhapsody, and salvation,
As we seek order in identity, our place in creation.
Our days are collages of metaphors and entanglements,
Battles with archetypes, and fictional accounts of
Victory and defeat; glory…
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