Recurring Dream 2 No Talent
Recurring Dream – 2
No talent
Dreams come on the crashing waves of R.E.M. sleep.
They come from the darkest oceans of the subconscious deep,
whispers of time exhausted, drifting into the midnight hours
perilously merging, in darkness, with what we thought ours.
Not !, for there is this other recurring dream.
From its surrealistic messages, I do glean,
a missive from its distorted images seen
- there is no talent coming from within me –
This is why – it seems – all I will ever be
is a laborer, an apprentice, a go for
doing all the **** work – nothing more
in these dream - my life , slowly closing the door.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 15th 2005
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