And to Sleep
and what we
sense if not
of our selves
or within this
space we contain
may be of
no thing touched
by one’s fluttering
eye as if
awake we see
even less the
dreams of course
real though we
hold them only
in our sleep
Another poem from the 80s. “And to Sleep” first appeared here in February 2015.
O at the Edges 
I’ve just woken, and reading your poem, so evoking and relevant for me
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They say timing is everything!
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Thanks for reblogging, Chris.
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One eye blind…..
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And one open.
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hA
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The form is like staccato, like falling down a staircase made by Escher. First stanza is very true.
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It does jar on occasion. 🙂
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And ’tis a good wager that you are in possession of the Diaries of Samuel Pepys? And if not, the coincidence in and of itself is remarkable.
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No, I’ve never read Pepys, but in my bookselling days, sold his Diaries.
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I’m having a lot of trouble distinguishing between dreams and waking experience these days…but maybe there isn’t really any border, we just make it up. Great illustration too. (K)
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That border is often blurry to me, too. The “eye” came from morguefile.com, and the second photo is a cell phone shot of the ceiling of a Tex-Mex restaurant in San Antonio – a point and click moment.
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Great choices!
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enthrailing
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Thank you!
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Love this! Tantalising and really enjoyed the lyricality…
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Thank you, John. Much appreciated.
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