Not waking dreams
Since I’ve stopped working
& moved to the country
& lived a quieter life
With less hyper-stimulation
Reduced media
& device use
& lived alone
(who knows which factors have greater or lesser
influence?)
My dreamlife & my waking life have merged
I have vivid dreams
& later I’m unsure whence came the source
Of a message:
Was it someone or something in a dream or in waking?
The other question is: does it matter?
My anxiety about such uncertainties
Have diminished
If the message has piqued one’s intrinsic interest
Who really cares?
& so I have found a bridge between realms
Mammon’s world
Determines the importance of our waking hours
So we can work in worship of him
I’m also in touch
With a dreaming world
A world my ancient Irish ancestors
Knew well
Its culture is rich
Despite the colonizing attempts of Holy Rome &
Britain
But really
I am but a man
A person
& at this depth of psychic regression
That my lifestyle affords
My midlife sabbatical
I am merely being
Not much more constructed
Than a domesticated animal
Close to species’ reign
When in their dreams
Or when the hunt is on
My dogs
Turn into wolves.
Published by Malachi Doyle 2024.
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