A Note About This Poem: Questioning how we ‘see’ our dreams, how we ‘talk’ about them (to ourselves or to people). The strange occurrence when dreams seem to have a plotline (a story to tell) and how we think about these stories as somehow linked to each other.
Eyes wash lips hold
secrets unfold, unfolding
like dreams that link
together into visions
that linger, simmering
in the back of the brain.
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