that strange unmeasurable time
between sleep and somnolence
reveals the mind’s echo
the day’s dream scaffolding
an erector set in motion

but nothing clear
no diorama here
on which to hang the hat

no wild vision
or twisted story
no amorphous scenes
blending myth
with allegory

only the artless image
an arbitrarily acquired antecedent
to the main event

the dream state
the land in which spectator synaptic sensations
lie in wait
and when even the most steadfast
of eyeballs
dance

m(-_-)m

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