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A dream begins.
I am a swirling circle in a path
that leads to a destination
somewhere in the corner
of my consciousness.
I know this place,
at least it has a familiar shape.
A place of understanding that
I left behind in my seeking of
a door that opens and
finds me sitting naked in
a chair.
Soul open for examination.
Broken heart covered with
shadows of silken meanings
that defined most anything
but which were mystery to me.
Lifting my eyes I find
the trembling echoes
of a conversation
I had meant to begin.
Waves of metaphor
crashing into the waves of
an under mind river that
is flowing carefully across
the definitions of
my thoughts.
Like a spiderweb the images
reach out and ensnare me
into carefully designed
traps that pull me
down into a rolling
sunken treasure I may have
been meant to find.
Clouds escape their patterns
to dance messages across
the fabric of my mind.
There are only complications
left for me to explore and I
scream in empty waves of
mystic pain that
not only demands, but,
illustrates the sorrow that
will not depart from
this dream.
I am the swirling circle
and so I follow my direction,
knowing I am lost.