Ok..let's talk about frightening nights where I amaze myself...lol
If you had a hammer in your hand
you’d hit the nail on the head.
Dreams put imagination into actions.
The real and the unreal are
reflections of one another.
Illusions or certainties. Who is to say,
when we don’t recognize ourselves
within the mirror of the dream.
Yet we think we know the answers
when the experience becomes
too real; then we laugh; or then we cry.
For there the heart opens up like a slit
sack of grain that spills out on the floor;
either way, it spontaneously ignites
like a struck match in the darkness.
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