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Dream State

By John I. Blair

Once more last night I scared myself,
Dreaming something so intense
It seared my mind with fear,
Anxiety, loss, despair.

How can my brain
Mistreat me so, frighten me
Almost casually
With my gray cell detritus?

Short-circuits? Maybe; but
My dreams so many times appear
Too seamless, too well-organized
For them to be just random sparks.

So much capital has been made
Of dream interpretation, analysis
In the hope that we can gain
Some insight to our inner pain;

But my own amateur reaction?
My dreams reflect the mischief
Of an unattended inner child
Without the benefit of adult supervision.

2003 John I. Blair  

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