To Gather DreamSense from the Night

To gather dreamsense from the night

And compile volumes of fleeting memories made by this phantom consciousness that returns to my body each morn.

Awake, reborn.

By daylight, mourn the dissolving wisdom that night had adorned.

Walking in search of meaning,

Reaching the perch of seeing,

Seeing the scope of being,

and looking out upon a peculiar world confused by its own whispers of truth,

ever contradicted by Culture’s story.

To gather dreamsense from the night

Tendrils of incense caress candle light.

My body lay ensconced in soft warmth,

Enveloped in sweet comfort

Beside altar of crystal and sage and the seeing stones of a mage.

Body sleeps.

Mind creeps…

Out and about through portals and wormholes.

Adventure. Terror. Sex. War. Love. Danger. Strangers.

I wake and so much is lost.

Oh no…

What have I done?

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~ by jonahhaas on July 23, 2010.

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