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Not waking dreams

 

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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