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This Solipsism

I fell asleep one dry spring afternoon
And when I woke, I couldn’t place the mornings events
Were they dreamed, were they yesterday
Where do they fit in my reality?

I sat dozing on a train between cities
Caught a flashing glimpse in the oscillating scenery
It was with me with saucer eyes, from another time
A memory that I couldn’t place

Could there have been another world before this?
Like a brain in a vat
A cat in a box
The super position, that I just forgot
This dream, that memory
Where does it fit in my reality?

Walking a street down-town, I saw a familiar building
Some lofty window hanging above me
I imagined neighbours, waiters, students, statues
It felt so real, but could have been a dream
The world I know, it shifted, left me winded

As I inhaled, my mind scurried back
To some other face I held so closely
To years spent dreaming of no one other
Forging a home for us to grow into
But there we bloomed and decayed so quickly

As I exhaled, my memories burned
A fan to the embers of this thing forgotten
The dim red glow of all I used to know
A different lover, another way of living
Where we both bloomed and faded so quickly

Now that world, replaced so resolutely
It feels just like a dream; another time, another life
Where does it fit in this reality
Another me, another place
What does it mean to my reality?

Beyond the curved horizon of all I know, now
There lies another world I can’t return to...

 

(Feb 2011)

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Dave Bradley

Thu 28th Apr 2011 16:47

I'm not sure about the 'technical worth' of the poem, Thom, but the subject matter is intriguing. What is real? How do we go about ascertaining/processing what is 'real'. Etcetera - no end to it

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