What I Think When I Dream - Poem by James McLain
Even in sleep I must think up to the edge
of before I fall over into
some places where when awake I would state
I would like to believe I belong to.
Oddy enough when they give me a chance
I steal the most trivial of things.
Always in the second person not in the first when so
many people in their only life steal
things they don't need from hotel rooms.
I still believe that a mind must still work in sleep
I am sad that the vast majority
of people whom sleep sleep the sleep of the dead.
The dead don't dream when awake.
Deep are the depths of the soul unlike some well
horses cows and people there drink deep.
Forgotten by them are the gods
time forever lost never given back our own universe
is but like a small grape
on an infinite vine one grape in an infinite cluster
lost to time.
We are the ant to an ant looking down on an ant that
sees more ants looking down at more ants.
I go to pick some more grapes when I sleep hoping
to be picked in my dreams
dreams that I make dreams I think out dreams where
I live what I think
to dream one last dream before my lights are put out
dreaming the dreams I think about.
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