Dreaming about the unintelligible and the
scary shapes my psyche gives to darkness,
makes the rational into something which it is not
and harbors imponderables for later distortions.
I have wondered, while grappling with the unformed,
while trying to understand a world as if seen
through rain splattered windows,
while traveling without a destination
around the next bend and over the next hill…
I have wondered if sometimes a dream
might simply be reminding us
to turn on the lights.
From: Stumbling Through Dreams, Memories
and the Unintelligible
Unpub. MS p. 21
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