As morning came

Mark, I have not seen my own body
Doing any of the things of a dream.
My body was a sleeping third party
A figment in somebody else’s story.

As morning came I would recall plot
But forget plot-line in a vagueness.
I get into knots confusing realities
With thin bits of dreams and men.

(Recalling the poem Dreams by Mark Strand)

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