Reset Forty-Three, Day Thirty-Five

Strange sleeps and flawed memories, all the shattered days turning like a kaleidoscope's vivid fragments. I dreamed I was dreaming of remembering a remembered dream, and woke envisioning my mind like a fern fossilizing under layers of silt. Who will look on that stony map one day and see the sights I forgot, or surmise the scenes I failed to look at? Amazement is everywhere, in all unnoticed.


( Sunday Verse )