Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Debris Of Dreams


Wishful thinking - in your wildest dreams - lurks
in the subconscious and leads to Freudian slips -
such as remembering the work month differently,
dreaming hard work into being, believing oneself
a dedicated official while all the time behind the
façade of sweet Dr Jekyll looms the dark image
of Mr Hyde just waiting to jump out at you - to
reveal your darkest thoughts, such as the case
of my production sheet, compiled in a daydream
sweet - but I was awakened completely when my
supervisor swept away the debris of dreams and
the bare bones of cold reality were revealed -
darker than the darkest night, a page of defeat
filled with sweat and blood…

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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