Which Me Will wake
The hypnotic line between the wish and dream is drawn
at some eerie mystic point where midnight meets the dawn
while sleep pervades, death can be an outcome, so can birth
and there is no rim betwixt the heaven and the earth.
My sins and probities at this sanguine moment play,
which then makes me ask which me will occupy today.
And I can’t tell, for love, or hate, or something other
can often turn my soul from one side to the other.
If I wish it, dream it, will it be forever so?
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2025
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