It’s strange
how…
in the homelike refuge
of a single inelaborate dream…
it is too easy
to dismantle, on pure instinct,
and thereby dismiss
what you
somewhere.. still
remember to be
the unshakable dominion
of the sum
of unforgiving reality..
as simply, the absurd deceit
of an unimportant nightmare
within a dream.
From Book IV
Eloquent, thought provoking, a powerful piece. PS: I haven’t forgotten about your poetry … it will happen.
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Thank you for your kind words. Looking forward to your thoughts about the book 🙂 .
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