Cells flash and connect, disconnect,
reconnect in the wee hours of nighttime
visions behind closed eyes
that know everything about me,
see what I’ve always missed, the mist
of not really knowing showing me
much more than I can comprehend.
This poem is my response to Tuesday Poetics with Lillian,
from dVerse Poets Pub, where the challenge is to write about a dream.
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