Dreams and Cosmic Flows

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A flutter of eyelids,
ah, a quick path to sleep.
How long until, if at all, to
dreams and cosmic flows?
(Does one have the soul
of an artist?)
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The canvas of night unravels
in less than predicable or
perfect forms.
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Dreams. -
Cosmic flows.
What is the answer
to my - ?
I forget the questions.
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Oh boy, here comes the ride.
The flow of brushstrokes
and sculpture's clay shape
a new beauty.
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Faces of people are
seen and unseen.
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Past residents of earth depart
while future friends assemble.
Memory is a tricky thing
in sorting out which is which.
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Familiar faces blend with
faces masked.
Do I, did I, know, this,
these other people?
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While a favorite time
can paint a backdrop
of night or day,
nothing seems focused
or even noticed.
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Strange words. Noises.
Conversations repeat.
Am I hard of hearing?
Oh boy, a loop.
A loop repeats cosmic
messages?
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Flow and freedom from care.
One's daytime, earthbound spirit
must soar while dreaming.
The energy flows.
Dreams are such wondrous things
most times,
almost like magic.
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Colors do not greatly matter,
nor temperature,
so much as textures,
smooth walls, rough touch
faint adobe hues,
can sometimes frame
my dream picture.
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Do I dream in black and white?
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Noises. Conversations
with eloquent people,
those with whom I
might want to meet.
They are just like me
perhaps.
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Is their spirit on furlough too,
in a dream as well?
Have our paths in essence
really crossed the way?
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Is there a mission? A
purpose to this dream -
any dream?
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Does the mind truly
wake not to another
but to true reality?
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The mind does wander
besides wonder.
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Is daytime - awakeness -
true reality or
the reality in another
realm of perceptions
full blown, of, from
cosmic connections?
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Questions later, though
rarely during the process,
of the personal artform known
as this, the (my) dream?
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All too soon as a favored niche
in repose is found,
all too soon the muse wears off.
Stardust, dreams, whatever
are shaken off with eyes
fluttering and blinking
into focus.
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What is at hand is at hand.
Dreams or waking
all seem to fit perfectly
as they occur
and part of some
present and perfect now.

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