i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs, harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
in the solid ground a stirring
just before the stillness of sleep
and in that place between this world and the dream
in half-sleep, oblivious to time
life before silence
before innocence
memories in fragments
awakenings
remorse, renewal, rapture
make strange dream fellows
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I came back today to rewrite my comment because I wasn't exactly thinking with the clearest of minds last night. Sorry for the comment deletion. Reading this one again, I do remember it. I thought I recognized the "revisited" version on FB. I guess I did not put the word "revisited" together thinking you had already written something called Fragments previously. I am not very smart. Did you have some sort of recollection or similar feelings that made you want to come back tot his? The newer one seems much more melancholy than this one, although this one also brings sadness when reading it.
Both talk about that place in between the conscious and dream state where you feel there is no real sense of time. Do you have trouble sleeping??? You sound like you might suffer from insomnia. I know the feeling all too well.
I do love your writings and thank you for posting this.
*to this, not tot his. arg. I hate that there is no editing allowed on comments. I'm sorry.
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