Last Night

January 24, 2016 § 4 Comments

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I was already

sleeping. I saw you passing

the doorstep. A dream.

“I don’t know where I

had been before you called my

name. But I’m here now.”

Communication

through dreams is like the test card

of an old TV.

Spaces full of colour

but trembling and uncertain

before transmission.

Are you from my past

or am I in your future?

Lines are blurred in dreams.

Somewhere else the moon

is higher than in this room

where I write down dreams.

I better go back

to sleep before I forget

the channel you’re on.

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