Im havin a hard time rememberin my dreams he fessed to himself because heHe was always listenin alwaysalways listenin in  watchin 

                      he used to think He was curious  a voyeur

he thinks now Hes an eavesdropper an interloper who lacks perception seemingly is unwilling to provide feedback

His 2 cents

when he wakes there are thin stains smeared on the facethe edge of his consciousness vague shadows telltale impressions  presences dreamed who didnt sign the ledger when they entered

they didnt stumble around they were purposeful

                                                   although he couldnt understand themdidnt recognise their clues or purpose or intent their intricacies were helter skelter  he couldnt pull their strands or threads or gather their ends together 

         his dreams were peopled with characters he didnt recognise he didnt care for which wasnt uncommon even dreaming of people he knew would have been uncommon

                                                             their confusionthe clutch of people the purpose seemed only to complicate his dreams  mire him

mornings he woke up laughing recognising the abysmal futility of trying to get ahold of something that would elude him

he felt his usual wakened labyrinth was being cooptedwas feeding these new subversive labyrinths of milling unknown people that he sidestepped or pushed throughwent past their beings  and words 

he was rudehe offered no excuses

they thought they were important 

they were tedious

he was contemptuous he avoided the obstacles they laid in his path

moving through them he negotiated their pitfallstheir hairpin turns he was confident that on the other side of their busyness and melee there were the quiet sinuous turns reminiscent of his wakened labyrinthhis usual sleeping labyrinth sleek like vaginal folds slick an smoothwalled

                                                             he imagined rosewater and followed its current  

water rosewater always sought the path of least resistance

and that reminded him to be who he was 

he believed in the water of his indomitable spirit

0821,  Monday,  23  12. 20

1419,  Sunday,  10  5. 20

Lisa Hannigan  Undertow  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSnaQAv77JE