Teresa’s Dream-S Francis/SailorPoet

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S. Francis of SailorPoet guest blogging at Sudden Denouement

Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Dreams tell the viewer something he must face

Inside living moments, as if passing through.

Tell me, Freud, if strangers blindfold me, demand

I embrace the tree as they shoot me from behind,

A firing squad, what should I make of this dream?

Detail: the jury of one, my trust, I

Spared.

The foolish squad walks off into the misty edge

Of the dream, swinging their rifles like golf clubs.

I embrace the tree like an apple seed.

When these dreams slip outside their subconscious

Frame living moments, just passing through,

Tell me, Freud, if I am the stranger blindfolding myself,

Do I deserve pardon, or should they tie me to the tree

Whip me for the crimes I commit?

Detail: the jury of one, my trust, I

Cannot spare

My consequence, walking to the misty edge of dreams

Guns still pointing at the center of my heart,

Like life…

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