The Secrets of Dreams

I prefer the fog to rain
Imagine –you know you can—
Where it is conversations take place.

There
[that was it!]
Genesis, creation, beginning.

Primo (if Jose were asked. He sells life insurance [to the dead]).

If it where whispered

–secretly—

Among a populace composed of dreams;
It would happen like:
A picnic by an excitedly bubbling spring;
Lounging on soft summer grass.

The sounds of love became the hosannas of nature.

It usually ends in a bed:
A hospital B
A cheap hotel E
A pickup truck D.

Gone now.

Vast expanses of nothing where a world once breathed, turned, existed.

Now tears

now pain
now resentment
now blame
Now—

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About That One Guy

Jason lives, laughs and loves in the Land of Enchantment. He has been many exciting things in his life, but his title has always been "author." His book, "The Ruined Man," was a finalist in the 2017 NM-AZ Book Awards. Follow him on Facebook at: facebook.com/jasondegrayauthor Twitter: @infinityjones and Instagram @theruinedman and don't forget to check out his blog at universalshiftblog.wordpress.com

Posted on November 30, 2011, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Spirituality, writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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