WHIRLPOOL
WHIRLPOOL
I seem to remember
That I have forgotten
Remembering
What I’d forgotten
Remembering
In a dream
Where I’d forgotten
I’d remembered
What I’d forgotten
But it is possible
Of course
That I am imagining this.
Who can tell?
Posted on February 27, 2017, in Poems and tagged Dreams, Memory, Perception, Reality, Truth. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Sounds like my blurry, fatigue days.
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Brain fog.
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