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Impossible days & furious
We've been baffled all along in the dream that's been ongoing -
or not a dream but rather a delerium.

A long lost memory - a darkness in the mind,
dismissed, that goes unmourned
to forgetting's perdition
The Winter

Which records relate was hard, but searching -
and none too anxiously find no recollections of.

It happened or may have.
Accounts vary - oftener glib fictions than certainly stated facts.

Conversations ending in ?

Did you dream it? The gunmetal sky with the smell of flowers says yes -
and what's to forgive if its all forgotten?

There are Roads
& many. Time robs the sense of paths
Once - River
Once - Canal
Once - Railroad
& now the opposite highway
The marks on the compass having changed

Any sense granted the insensate is panacea,
soon we've recalled all our joints
sinews
tendons
Feeling - the warm rubbed into sore knuckles

The unknown wound healed.
In the morning by recovered sunlight it's there -
a scar & we say - "Where did that come from?"

Cured in word & deed
Antagonisms without reason are dismantled by reason -
Appolonian light giving, given
here comes the help you needed
& before you knew you were drowning

Before you know it we'll be drowning.

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