Luced Dreaming
I dream of dreams
already dreamt.
Sometimes I dream dreams
that someone has lent.
Images so clear,
that I know,
I am there!
It's winter,
and a young boy pushes a sled
with a box on top,
through busy city streets.
It is the evening rush
and the cold twilight,
is tangible.
Something...someone
is in the box.
Film noir like
my camera eye focuses in...
on the mighty truth
the box conceals.
My body jerks awake
with awareness of who
and where I am, and
the dream is gone, not
to be recovered.
Over and over I see
these borrowed dreams
of incredible reality about
to reveal their truths
and I awake to reality.
I want to know if there are no
great truths,,,or
if there are.
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