Presents itself,
I will acquiesce;
Letting open the door to
That messy room – overstuffed
With the undone
And the confoundlings, the hysteric
Children of my mental children in
Constant replication in proportion
To the pattern of uninterrupted issues & time.
They will call to me
For review and release.
Perhaps I will pick one orphan to
Bring to light – to adopt for a time
Till it finds a home.
Tonight, when the edge of the world
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I will acquiesce;
A perfect start... finished to perfection. A great metaphor... messy and overstuffed. I feel like that on the edge of slumber quite often. Really enjoyed this.
Wonderful metaphors here - the edge of the world, the orphans. Which dream to choose tonight? Thanks for sharing this vision.
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