Sharon-Gosh I identify with these they are so like my many dreams
dislocation being lost /out of kilter-
Thanks P -outkiltered
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Sent: 11 August 2011 05:40
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Subject: dream snap
1.
I am driving. It is not going well.
The streets are dark and thickly
treed. Sleet shines the asphalt.
The windshield is clouded and
cracked. Things go wrong.
The car has a mind of its own.
It will not go where I steer.
The tires go flat. I cannot see
where I 'm going. It's dangerous
to drive, but there is nowhere
to park.
2.
I've returned to work after a long
illness. Everything is changed.
Rooms are not where they were.
Desks: antique oak, grey industrial
metal, are piled in the corridors.
I want to speak with my boss,
but he has no time for me. I ask
and ask, but no one will answer:
What is my job?
3.
I've come back to a house where
I used to live. Though all is different,
it's nonetheless familiar. The walls
are made of many windows. Furniture
and unpacked boxes crowd the rooms.
I have a housemate. I know her well,
but she does not know me. Where are
my cats, my dogs?
4.
The car finally stops. I think we are close,
but it's a long walk. Many city blocks.
Though it's night, the streets are brightly
lit, and dense with pedestrians. Our
destination is close, I am sure. But what
is it? How will we know when we're there?
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sharon brogan
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