AliceFraser
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I found this poem:
🕑 Added 2020-12-30 03:14:58 +0000 UTCI unpacked my storage locker in Melbourne and found some old notebooks. This fell out when I was sorting them.
If you can’t read my terrible writing it says
DREAM LIGHT (LUCE)
If there are other words we walk
into with dreams
They might have other logic
in the way their atoms move
Physics might be as it is in dreams
where you can walk across events,
over hours & arrive.
Be as here as
you ever were.
Curve like light around - that moment
when -
and every piece of time would be laid out
in all directions, all - all time at once like a
sheet so
we moved over it
instead of it through us.
It wouldn’t matter that there is a place
beyond which you - are not.
In the physics of a dream
things are only where you remember
them being.
We could talk & you might be alive
or in an orb or a swan
giving me a quest
or breakfast.
Eating breakfast at the table as you used
to as I came downstairs half dressed
and half asleep
And you’d make fun of me
with bits of verse
or ask me questions.
Xx
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Comments
Michelangelo Grigni
worlds
Your poem is exquisite! Thank you for sharing! It reminds me of some of the things I felt after my mom passed away. I came home from her funeral and everything in their house was so familiar, but she was not present. She existed only in memories. And memories were like photographs in an album; a memory from 30 years ago could lay right beside a memory from 30 days ago. Time dims and alters our memories, but, strangely doesn't contain them.
