some dreams

some dreams are heavy
with experience
and presence
like summer fog

with tendrils drifting into areas
which cannot be seen
or reached

places in your memory
that are you but not you

places you can only recapture
by lying unconscious
and helpless
so that your mind
is released

sifts through time
and lands

in other worlds

into crackling realities
into god like ant like struggles
critical necessities
and always shifting

sometimes emerging
to wondrous lightness
incandescent awareness
and flying journeys

magical dreams
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Thomaston Maine
December 27 6 a.m.
edited December 28 9:45 p.m.
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© 2016 William C, Eberle