Strange Dreams

Strange dreams,

fragmentally remembered by,

a conscious mind.

 

Containing characters,

long gone,

conversations that,

never were.

 

Recalled to vitality,

they speak earnestly,

of things I should know,

in language I can’t understand.

 

If only my mind,

could work the puzzle,

I would come to know myself,

returning them to their quiet rest.

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