Some dreams don’t matter
Beyond the skewed beauty of their inspiration
Maybe that’s why we don’t remember them
Like some midnight story
But catch fragments
When the light is just so
Memorable
Or something
That brings us back to some impossibility
That made sense in the context of
Insensate dreaming
When surrender was a condition
Of being
Where veils become wings
Walls turn into doorways that give way
To freefall diving
Wind riding
And you are conscious of
Being there and not there
In that place where matter
Doesn’t
David Trudel © 2013
Unravel
Which thread is the one to worry loose
Then to pull until it all unravels
This fabric called life but meaning the familiar way
What we accept as ordinary
Even as we rationalize insanity
And trade hollow promises for forlorn hope
Surrendering time and trouble for bread and fishes
Giving up our own volition for the cold comfort of diversion
Misdirections and distractions meant to cloud and obfuscate
While we allow the pristine walls around our hearts to be tagged
With epithets of rancid hate scrawled past midnight by the delirious crowd
Whipped into a frenzy by the rhetoric of false prophets
Spewing fire and brimstone fears
Barking with bared teeth to corral us all
Or nip at our exposed flanks and heels to send us into the feedlot chute
Where we’ll be nailed and if you aren’t cross
Then you don’t understand the sacrifice
That we are all making by attrition and submission
To the nightmare dream of unholy fences
That perverts the promise of paradise
Into ordinary insanity that we call reality
So find a loose thread on the straitjacket to pull
Give it a yank and lets watch everything unspool
David Trudel © 2013
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