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.

Image source: Scientific American

39 thoughts on “Perchance

  1. “showing me much more than I can comprehend” resonates with me. It almost feels like a giant hand with a dipper randomly dips into that infinite stream of the collective unconscious and pours it over me. It’s up to me to figure out what I can…

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  2. I like the repetition of word/sounds here. I don’t think I’ve ever quite thought about it this way–my mind knowing more about me than I do. So thank you! I guess our subconscious tries to tell us, but we don’t always know how to make sense of it.

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