Like any reticent dreamscape , once we've been
stirred slowly out of sleep, by a neighbor's lawn mower or the subway screeched
passing or our own internal passages, we gradually drop one after another of
the symbolic events and items that so recently occupied our night.
We drop one fraught struggle after another lithesome landscape , the urgent or snailspace plans and wanderings
let go in mid step, in mid sentence
or as we were just about to reach a place.
Suddenly ,it all drops away as if a curtain drawn quickly , as if a thick fog that had been casually revealing some things, while surreptitiously hiding others .
The thing ,is when you come to and you're making that transition from way over there back over to here, you are no longer little and you're accustomed to this deal.
While in some ways you still linger there, trying to retain the layout or the arduous importance of some sort or another , still your entire waking life greets you with your brand new day, right here.
We drop one fraught struggle after another lithesome landscape , the urgent or snailspace plans and wanderings
let go in mid step, in mid sentence
or as we were just about to reach a place.
Suddenly ,it all drops away as if a curtain drawn quickly , as if a thick fog that had been casually revealing some things, while surreptitiously hiding others .
The thing ,is when you come to and you're making that transition from way over there back over to here, you are no longer little and you're accustomed to this deal.
While in some ways you still linger there, trying to retain the layout or the arduous importance of some sort or another , still your entire waking life greets you with your brand new day, right here.
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