Magritte Dream

it was my finger

that i rolled back

over the chronology

of years,

 

 

like a spool of paper

book stores

print receipts on,

 

 

and i mulled over

the typewritten events

of my life,

 

 

until i couldn't scroll

anymore,

 

 

i’d reached the base

of the finger,

and i realized fingers

couldn’t really do that

 

 

that’s not what fingers

are for

 

 

that i must have fallen

asleep,

 

 

didn’t realize i had,

 

 

i woke up

 

 

and saw

the stone from my wedding

band

 

 

had slipped loose

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

There is an ordered care in your surrealistic style, it's imagination set free with a purpose to balance perception.

Highly therapeutic verse. Filtering memories with precision, petted with artistic sensibility.

[Jaci]

Beautiful, and a bit of magic there too knowing how the stone was found. The foundations of who you are show strength even in sleep.

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. a very, very moving piece of writing, monsieur ... sometimes, when we're waiting for something, we get lost in thought ... this post is beautifully written ...