Do dreams go on dreaming without the Dreamer dreaming
Hold not dreams in mid-stream even during Covid-19
Woken-up dreams scream wild as harpies in poetic shebeen
Don’t dreams tend to come round like long lost tunes tinnitus din
The Dreamer dreams in the Void trillion times trillion
And leaves no trace of hung time-spaced dream dreaming in the Dream
Who would dream dreams for oneself they wouldn’t highly esteem
Dreams worthy of a world they didn’t really mean to wean
In the first place out of a Void-less Big-Banging blinding sheen
The Big-Bouncy Dream teasing the fistful of mashed Big-Crunchy cream
Where the Dreamer bounces his Dream on the seamless turf green
O’er and o’er again ‘till the Dream turns tinnitus mean
Till the recurrent Dream the Dreamer dreams his own Uni-Verse seem
Ev’ry dream’s the Multi-Verse of a unique team unseen
Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer standing-up on a linear Time pin
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, January 17, 2021
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Monseigneur Don Ron! Thought it'd serve to remind your Lordship and others - who read and vomit out what they read - how convenient it is to comment on what one does not understand or does not want to comprehend simply by dismissing what lies beyond his/her limits or liking. It was Carlos Bousono who found that 'a joke is not a joke if you don't like the joker' (or words to the effect). It wouldn't be too difficult to demonstrate how you have gone out of your way to praise much less scientifically-constructed concepts in wayward language... (I don't know if I would spare the time, though.) No offence, either way, I do hope !!! Wignesan
Your rant about dreams leaves a lot unanswered. I only know that my dreams are a rich source of short stories, some of which I've turned into novels. When I wake up, the dream is gone unless I decide to remember it and write it down.
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Dreams are as fragile as ideas. They pop into the brain. But unless we have a way of capturing them, they float off into the ether and are forgotten.
Ron